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The safe house was quiet, too quiet for Lila’s liking. It wasn’t the comforting silence of safety. It was the kind of eerie calm before a storm. She sat at the edge of the couch, her gaze fixed on Ethan’s pale face as Adrian worked to clean and bandage his wound.

Ethan groaned, his jaw tightening as Adrian pressed a fresh cloth to the injury. “You could try being more gentle,” he murmured