The tension in the air was suffocating as Damian tightened his grip on the wheel. Snow-laden trees whipped past the SUV as it sped down the winding mountain road. The team had barely escaped the ambush with their lives, but the aftermath left a bitter taste in everyone’s mouth.Sage sat in the backseat, her eyes scanning the woods for any sign of pursuit. Her hands shook despite her efforts to steady them. The ambush had been meticulously planned. Too meticulous.“How did they know?” Sage finally broke the silence. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the hum of the engine.“They’ve been tracking us for weeks,” Damian replied, his tone clipped. “This wasn’t a coincidence.”Maya, seated beside Sage, leaned forward. “But how? We’ve been careful. No calls, no signals, nothing traceable.”“Someone betrayed us,” Damian said flatly, his gaze fixed on the road. “Bancroft’s always a step ahead because someone in our circle is feeding him information.”The accusation hung in the air like a sto
The forest was eerily quiet as the group left the cabin the next morning. Frost clung to the barren trees, their skeletal branches reaching out like silent sentinels. The snow beneath their boots crunched in time with their heavy breaths, a solemn rhythm that mirrored the weight of their task.Damian led the way, his eyes scanning the path ahead. He had always been their anchor, their source of unshakable confidence, but today, even he seemed burdened by doubt. Behind him, Sage trailed closely, her thoughts a whirlwind of questions. Who could they trust? And could they truly outmaneuver Bancroft, a man who seemed to anticipate their every move?As they approached the SUV, Alex adjusted the rifle slung across her back. “This bait-and-switch plan better work,” she muttered, her breath visible in the cold air. “Because if it doesn’t, we won’t live long enough to regret it.”“It will,” Damian replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.Sage climbed into the vehicle, her fingers tracin
The glow of the fire cast long shadows across the safe house’s small living room. The group was exhausted but alive, their near escape from the warehouse still fresh in their minds. Sage sat cross-legged on the floor, cleaning her pistol with deliberate care. The others had dispersed—Maya was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee, Alex had disappeared upstairs, and Elias leaned against the doorway, his eyes flickering between Damian and Sage as if gauging their unspoken tension.Damian sat at the small table in the corner, poring over his maps again. His jaw was set in grim determination, but the tightness in his shoulders betrayed the weight of their situation. Sage watched him for a moment, her mind racing with questions that she wasn’t sure she wanted answers to.“We can’t keep running like this,” Elias said finally, breaking the silence.“We’re not running,” Damian replied without looking up. “We’re regrouping.”“Call it whatever you want,” Elias countered. “But Bancroft’s men ne
The service tunnel’s eerie silence pressed down on Sage as she lay awake, staring at the low, concrete ceiling. The dim light from a single lantern barely illuminated the makeshift sleeping arrangements scattered across the cold ground. Beside her, Maya shifted uneasily in her sleep, muttering something unintelligible.Sage couldn’t rest. The nagging feeling that someone in their group was betraying them had only grown stronger after her conversation with Damian. It was the look in his eyes that haunted her—the cold determination to end whoever was responsible. It wasn’t anger, or even fear. It was a dangerous certainty that Damian wouldn’t hesitate to act, and that scared her more than Bancroft’s looming threat.She pushed herself up, careful not to wake Maya, and slipped quietly out of the sleeping area. Her boots scuffed lightly against the tunnel floor as she headed toward the dim glow of the fire in the central chamber. She wasn’t surprised to find Damian there, sitting alone, hi
The morning came with an eerie stillness. The relay station’s rusted structure creaked in the wind, and faint light filtered through the gaps in the decayed walls. Sage sat by the remnants of a fire, her arms wrapped around her knees as she replayed her conversation with Elias in her mind. His defensiveness had struck a chord in her—a mixture of guilt and frustration. If he wasn’t hiding something, why did it feel like he was?Damian’s footsteps echoed down the corridor. He appeared at the edge of the room, his face shadowed but his eyes sharp. He scanned the space, his gaze landing on Sage.“Where’s Elias?” he asked, his voice curt.Sage looked toward the hallway. “I saw him last night near the west wing. Haven’t seen him since.”Damian frowned, the tension in his shoulders amplifying. “We need everyone here. Maya and Alex are checking the perimeter. Let’s go find him.”Sage nodded and stood, her hand instinctively brushing the pistol at her side.---The two of them moved through th
The group convened in the main chamber of the relay station, tension coiled tight in the air. Adrian stood near the entrance, his hands still raised slightly, though no one was aiming at him directly anymore. Sage watched him with narrowed eyes, her mind racing to piece together his sudden arrival.Damian was the first to speak. “You said we have a traitor. Who?”Adrian hesitated, his gaze flicking over the group. “I’ll tell you everything I know, but only if you promise me protection.”“You’re not exactly in a position to negotiate,” Elias said sharply from the corner, his hand resting on his holstered pistol.Adrian glanced at Elias, then back to Damian. “You need me. Bancroft’s closing in on you, and if you don’t act fast, you won’t have a chance. I can give you the upper hand, but I’m not sticking my neck out without guarantees.”Damian’s jaw clenched. “If you’re lying—”“I’m not,” Adrian interrupted. “Bancroft doesn’t trust anyone, but I’ve been close enough to know his plans. An
The convoy moved through the barren landscape in tense silence. Two battered SUVs kicked up trails of dust as they navigated the uneven terrain. Sage sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, her eyes fixed on the horizon while Damian drove with focused determination. The others were in the second vehicle, their faces visible through the cracked rearview mirror."How far?" Sage asked, breaking the silence.Damian glanced at the GPS unit mounted on the dashboard. "Two hours, maybe less if the terrain holds."Sage nodded, gripping the edge of her seat. The plan was set, and the team was locked in. Yet, every moment that passed made her feel as though they were teetering on the edge of a precipice. Adrian’s claim of a traitor within their ranks gnawed at her, especially after the conversation she’d overheard between him and Elias.“You’re quiet,” Damian said, glancing at her.“I’m thinking.”“About?”“Who we can trust.”Damian’s knuckles tightened on the wheel, but he didn’t respond
The alarms continued to wail through the compound as Sage and Damian pushed deeper into its labyrinth of corridors. Each corner they turned felt like a gamble, their footsteps muffled by adrenaline and urgency. The chaos outside from Maya and Alex’s explosion bought them precious minutes, but Sage knew it wouldn’t last.“This way,” Damian said, his voice low but commanding. He pointed toward a staircase leading downward.“What’s down there?” Sage asked, clutching her rifle.“Bancroft keeps his secure files in a sublevel vault. If we’re lucky, there might be intel on his next moves—or the traitor.”They descended swiftly, the air growing colder the deeper they went. The sterile white walls were replaced by reinforced steel and faint echoes of distant machinery.Damian paused at the base of the stairs, motioning for Sage to stop. “Guards,” he murmured, nodding toward the corner ahead.Sage peered around the edge, spotting two men stationed near a thick metal door. Their posture was tens
The soft whir of the espresso machine blended with the quiet hum of conversation in the café. Morning sunlight streamed through wide windows, bathing the cozy space in a golden glow. Maya stood behind the counter, tying her apron as she handed a steaming latte to Mrs. Cartwright.“Thank you, dear. This will get me through the day,” the older woman said, her smile warm as she took her cup.“Always happy to help,” Maya replied, watching Mrs. Cartwright settle into her usual spot by the window.Three months had passed since the wedding, and life had begun to fall into place. The café—her dream—had grown into something more than just a business. It was a community now, filled with regulars who treated the space like home. The renovations had given it a fresh look, with a larger counter, modern equipment, and a small stage for events. Yet it still carried the same charm it always had, the same welcoming spirit that Maya had poured into every detail.The bell above the door jingled. Maya gl
Back at the safehouse, the team gathered around the table, the flash drive sitting ominously in the center. The tension in the room was suffocating as if everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Alex plugged the drive into her laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard.“Give me a minute,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.“Take your time,” Drake quipped, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not like we’re racing against the clock or anything.”Sage shot him a glare. “Not helping.”“Relax,” Drake replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying—”“Quiet,” Damian interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.The room fell silent, save for the soft clicks of Alex's keyboard. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on her screen, the tension palpable.“Got it,” Alex finally said, her voice breaking the silence. “The drive’s encrypted, but I’ve cracked the first layer. It’s a manifest—cargo logs, supply routes, personnel assignments…”“And?” Damian pressed.A
The soft whir of the espresso machine blended with the quiet hum of conversation in the café. Morning sunlight streamed through wide windows, bathing the cozy space in a golden glow. Sage stood behind the counter, tying her apron as she handed a steaming latte to Mrs. Cartwright.“Thank you, dear. This will get me through the day,” the older woman said, her smile warm as she took her cup.“Always happy to help,” Sage replied, watching Mrs. Cartwright settle into her usual spot by the window.Three months had passed since the wedding, and life had begun to fall into place. The café—her dream—had grown into something more than just a business. It was a community now, filled with regulars who treated the space like home. The renovations had given it a fresh look, with a larger counter, modern equipment, and a small stage for events. Yet it still carried the same charm it always had, the same welcoming spirit that Sage had poured into every detail.The bell above the door jingled. Sage gl
Morning sunlight poured through the café’s storage room windows, painting the space in a warm, golden light. Today, the room wasn’t just for storing supplies—it had become Sage’s bridal suite. Lavender scents mingled with the faint aroma of coffee, adding a calm, familiar touch to the excitement in the air.Sage stood in front of the full-length mirror, hands smoothing over the soft lace of her wedding gown. The dress fit perfectly, its delicate patterns a quiet nod to the latte art she loved so much. For once, everything felt right—elegant yet true to her.Alex, her best friend and maid of honor, adjusted the pearl-studded veil. “Sage, you’re not just glowing—you’re basically showing off now,” she teased, stepping back to admire her work.Sage chuckled, her nerves easing a little. “If I look this good, it’s because of all the fuss you’ve been making.”“Someone has to make sure you’re perfect,” Alex said, straightening a loose curl. Her voice softened as she caught Sage’s gaze in the m
The apartment above Sage’s Haven was quickly becoming more than just a living space—it felt like home. Exposed brick walls framed the cozy rooms, while the wide windows let in golden sunlight that painted everything in warmth. It was modest but inviting, much like the life Sage and Damian were building together.That morning, Sage had busied herself rearranging the living room while Damian tinkered with her stubborn coffee grinder at the kitchen table.“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” she asked, leaning against the counter, a grin tugging at her lips.Damian squinted at the machine, screwdriver in hand. “Of course I do. Drake’s fixed stuff like this a hundred times.”“Drake also set Alex’s toaster on fire the last time he ‘fixed’ something.”He glanced up, mock offense flashing in his eyes. “That was one time. And anyway, I’m not Drake.”“Thankfully,” she teased.He smirked, though his focus quickly returned to the grinder. Moments like this had become their norm—quiet, playf
The morning air carried a crisp freshness as Sage and Damian strolled down the cobblestone street toward the café. They had spent weeks bringing the place back to life, but today was different. The grand reopening of Sage’s Haven was finally here—a milestone that once seemed like a distant dream.Sage stopped a few steps from the door, her gaze fixed on the café. The new sign gleamed in the sunlight, its elegant lettering standing as a testament to her hard work and resilience.“This is really happening,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and excitement.Damian stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on her back. “It is. You’ve earned this moment, Sage. No one deserves it more than you.”She turned to him, her eyes shining. “I couldn’t have done this without you. You’ve been my rock through everything. This café—it’s as much yours as it is mine.”His smile was gentle but firm. “No, this is all you. I’m just lucky to stand beside you.”Before she could respond,
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of the safehouse, illuminating the room with a warm golden glow. Sage stirred awake, her body aching but her spirit feeling lighter than it had in days. She blinked up at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened. The final confrontation with Elena was behind them, but the scars—both emotional and physical—would take time to heal.Her hand instinctively moved to her side, where the gunshot wound was healing. The pain was still sharp, but it was nothing compared to the torment of seeing Damian’s anguish as he held her in his arms that night. She turned her head to see him sitting in the chair by the window, watching her.“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice laced with relief and fatigue.Sage gave him a small smile. “Barely. Have you even slept?”He shook his head, standing and moving to sit beside her. “Not much. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”Her heart ached at the sight of him. His normally strong and c
Morning light seeped through the blinds of the safehouse, casting a muted glow over the room. Sage stirred in her bed, her breath catching as the sharp pain in her side reminded her of the bullet wound. It hurt, but it was manageable—enough to remind her she was alive.In the chair beside her, Damian slumped forward, his head resting on folded arms. His exhaustion was written all over his face: the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the weight of too many sleepless nights.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice a little hoarse.He jerked awake, his eyes wide as he took her in. Relief softened his expression, and he sat up straighter. “You’re awake.”“I am,” she murmured, offering him a tired smile. “But you look like you haven’t slept in days.”He shrugged, brushing off her concern. “I didn’t want to leave your side.”“You could’ve at least taken a nap,” she teased gently, though her gratitude ran deep.“I couldn’t,” he admitted. “Not after everything.”“How bad is it?
The room was hushed, filled only with the sound of Sage ’s shallow breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the makeshift medical equipment Alex had hastily set up. Damian hadn’t left her side, his hand gripping hers as though his touch alone could keep her tethered to the world. Outside, the rest of the team regrouped and planned their next move, but inside the room, time seemed to stretch infinitely.Sage stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she blinked against the dim light. Damian leaned forward, his voice soft but urgent. “Sage ? Can you hear me?”She blinked again, her gaze focusing on him. “Damian...” Her voice was a mere whisper, but it was enough to make relief flood through him.“You’re okay,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You scared the hell out of me.”Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”Damian exhaled a shaky breath, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t joke about that. You took a bullet, Sage .”“I