Chapter 170

• Ian’s POV
• The night air was colder than usual, the kind of cold that made your breath visible and your senses sharper. I felt it deep in my bones, the unease that had been creeping up for weeks now. Things were getting worse, and it wasn’t just paranoia anymore. The attacks were escalating—first subtle, then intense just like the one that happened a few hours ago, almost like whoever was behind it wanted us to know they were closing in. And the worst part? None of us knew who to trust.
• I had been extra careful about telling anyone anything these days. Not even Mike.