Chapter 20 Is It The End Of Her Past Or Just Another Start Of Something Dark

• The night was painted in fire and gunpowder. The war between Tara and Ezekiel had long begun, but this one would be the last one, where only one is gonna survive, or maybe none. So, now there was no turning back.
• Inside the dimly lit base, Vincent and Eva paced impatiently, their eyes locked on Tara, who sat at the head of the table, her fingers drumming against the wooden surface. The tension was suffocating. Then Across from her, Vincent and Eva stood, eyes burning with unanswered questions. James leaned against the wall, his gun still in his holster, but his fingers twitching, ready for action.
• Vincent (coldly): "Enough games, "Alright, Tara. Enough of this cat-and-mouse game. You’ve been five steps ahead of us from the start. And We’ve been running in circles, chasing shadows, and now we’re in a full-fledged war with Ezekiel. So, We need answers—actual answers this time."