Chapter 19 The Unveiling

The air in Angie's apartment had settled into a watchful quiet, a deliberate stillness

that felt more like a coiled spring than a moment of peace. Maya, huddled on the sofa,

felt it in her bones, a prickling awareness that Silas was closer than the city blocks

that separated them. Angie, however, moved with a calculated grace, her usual energy

now