Chapter 87: The Calm Before the Storm

Unspoken anxiety permeated the penthouse's atmosphere. There was a sense of urgency in every exchange, and there were quiet warnings in every look between Ethan and his soldiers. They all knew the storm was coming.

With her fingers tucked around a hot cup of tea, Lily sat on the couch. The cold that was beginning to seep into her bones was not much lessened by the warmth on her flesh.

She wasn't naïve. She was aware that this fleeting tranquility would not last forever.

There was no way Alec Moreau would wait forever.

And there would be no going back once he took action.

Ethan's keen blue eyes scanned the city below as he stood close to the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was holding his phone, although he hadn't spoken for five minutes. He was preparing, he was thinking, he was figuring out every scenario.

Putting down her cup, Lily walked across the room and paused just behind him. "Ethan?"