Chapter 68 Fire And Bullets

• The room was dim, the only light coming from the muted glow of a bedside lamp. The air felt thick with tension, as if the night itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to shift. Eve sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning the room, still tense, even though they were safe—for now.
• The room was silent except for the low hum of the city outside. Antonius had been pacing for the last few minutes, his eyes flickering from the window to Eve, his mind clearly racing. Eve watched him from the bed, sensing that something was about to shift.
• Finally, Antonius’s hand hovered over his phone. It had been off for hours now, but the steady barrage of messages couldn’t be ignored any longer. He switched it on, and almost immediately, the screen lit up with multiple texts, each more urgent than the last.