Chapter 131 A Dangerous Alliance

The air inside the abandoned train depot was thick with rust and whispers. Dust swirled in broken beams of light, fractured by the tall, dirty windows overhead. Silas moved through the shadows like he belonged to them, his coat sweeping behind him, boots silent against the cracked cement. His eyes, pale grey like smoke before the storm, flicked to every corner before settling on the figure already waiting near the central pillar. Genevieve stood with her back half-turned, watching the sunset through the shattered glass, her silhouette long and deliberate. Even under stress, she moved with calculated grace. The scar on her collarbone peaked above her blouse, a pale reminder of Everett’s reach. Her voice carried without force.