Chapter 307: The Serpent's Nest

The night was thick with fog, the kind that clung to your skin and made the world feel smaller, more claustrophobic. Max Hastings stood at the window of the safe house, his silhouette a dark figure against the faint glow of the city lights. Below, the streets were empty, the usual hum of activity replaced by an eerie stillness. He could feel the weight of the city pressing down on him, the anticipation of what was to come.

Evelyn Fox moved quietly behind him, her steps barely audible on the worn wooden floor. She placed a steaming cup of coffee on the table beside him, the aroma mingling with the scent of rain that drifted in through the cracked window.

"You're not gonna sleep tonight, are you?" she asked, her voice a low murmur.

Max shook his head, his eyes never leaving the street below. "Not while they're out there. Not while they have her."