The tension in the safe house was palpable. Every shadow seemed to hold a threat, every whisper a potential betrayal. Ava, despite her newfound confidence, couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability. She was a novice in this dangerous game, a pawn in a high-stakes chess match.
Erick, sensing her unease, approached her. His expression was a stark contrast to the cold, calculating facade he usually wore. A flicker of concern, a hint of vulnerability, flickered in his eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Ava nodded, her voice barely a...