Chapter 43 The Calm Before The Storm

The quiet of the safe house was like an ominous, oppressive blanket: it wrapped itself around all of them and created a kind of silence where each creak of a floorboard or rustle of clothing seemed more pronounced than it should have. Alex's sleep was fitful, as it had been all night; his body was screaming for the punishment it had endured earlier in the evening, but it was Mara's expression an uneasy blend of relief and worry that made his chest tighten.