Morning light streamed through the windows, painting the safehouse living room in soft golden tones.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Ariella wasn't waking up to gunfire, explosions, or the constant threat of death.
She was waking up to peace.
Or at least, the closest thing to it.
Leo's arm was wrapped around her waist, his warmth comforting against her back. His steady breathing matched the rhythm of her own heartbeat—the heartbeat of the baby growing inside her.
Ariella's hand moved to her belly, a small smile appearing on her face.
The battle against Silas Vaughn was finished.
She was finally free.
Yet, freedom brought its own challenges.
Ariella knew this fight wasn't truly over.
The safehouse buzzed with energy as Ariella and Leo entered the main room. Carter was at the dining table, focused on his laptop, while Vincent leaned against the counter, sipping coffee with a grin that seemed too cheerful for someone who had just come out of a war.
