Restless

It was dark. The night expanded as black angel wings, protecting earth as she once dreamed. The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. 

Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul. The heavy snowfall made Tanya curled into her comforter even more. The weather had made her overthink. 

The man was dead. Did that not mean she did not need to kill Luca anymore? That was not the case anymore, right? 

Or was it just a warning for her? 

The organization never let someone they marked a traitor go that easily. She knew it. They were always brutal towards what they called traitors.

What exactly were they planning? 

Tanya peeked her head out and eyed at the syringe she placed near her bedside. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. Feeling the structure of the syringe in her palm.