CHAPTER 21
The early morning hours still held on to much darkness and dampness as Elara and Blake made their way back to the safe house. Indeed, the storm had passed, and the city now stood drenched, glittering in the faint light of dawn. Feeling so tired, her mind raced with the looming danger and the weight of responsibility. She and Blake crept as silently as possible into the safe house, not wanting to break the thread of quiet that hung like a thin veil now.
As the two of them settled into the dimly lit living area, Blake pulled out his phone and dialed through three contacts consecutively. Their business done, he sat with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes darting from her to anything else around him. Elara sank into a chair at the small dining table and let her mind wander. They were safe for the time being, but the situation was still precarious, and she knew they needed more help.