A chill began to seep into Ethan's bones just as the warmth of victory had subsided. He and Lily had been fighting against opponents who were hiding in the shadows for months, tearing down Moreau's empire one piece at a time. They had vanquished their adversaries, eliminated their dangers, and gained ownership of the city in ways they could never have predicted.
But even with the tranquility they had established for themselves, something wasn't quite right.
Ethan's thoughts were racing as he sat in his apartment and gazed out at the skyline. The triumphs came too quickly, and the parts fit too well. He had anticipated greater opposition—more reprisals—but none materialized.
As Lily walked into the room, she saw his eyes afar. "Ethan?"
His face was inscrutable as he turned to face her. "There is a problem."
She folded her arms. "Ethan, we prevailed. What may be the issue?