Pierre drove them to a small, secluded house on the outskirts of the city. The house was surrounded by tall trees and a high wall, making it virtually invisible from the outside.
As they stepped out of the car, Aurélie felt a sense of relief wash over her. They were safe, at least for the moment.
Pierre led them inside, where they found a cozy living room with a fireplace crackling in the corner. Sophie collapsed onto the couch, exhausted, while Léon went to explore the rest of the house.
Aurélie followed Pierre into the kitchen, where he began making coffee. "This is your safe house?" she asked.
Pierre nodded. "One of them," he said. "I have a few scattered around the city, just in case."
Aurélie raised an eyebrow. "You're very prepared," she said.
Pierre smiled wryly. "When you're dealing with the syndicate, you have to be," he said.
As they sipped their coffee, Aurélie felt a sense of gratitude towards Pierre. He had risked his life to save them, and now he was hiding them in his own safe house.
But as she looked around the cozy living room, Aurélie couldn't shake the feeling that they were just delaying the inevitable. The syndicate would find them eventually, and when they did...
Aurélie pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present moment. They were safe, for now. And that was all that mattered.
As they settled in for the night, Aurélie felt a sense of exhaustion wash over her. She curled up on the couch beside Sophie, feeling grateful for the temporary refuge.
But as she drifted off to sleep, Aurélie couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. She looked around, but saw nothing.
Just the darkness, and the silence.