Chapter Twelve – Him
She hadn't called in days.
Not Mara. Not Allie.
The silence was… unsettling.
He paced the length of the safe house. Mara had always come back eventually, even if only in whispers or blood.
But now? Nothing.
He missed her.
Not Allie. Allie was chaos in denial.
But Mara? Mara was control in its purest form. Methodical. Clean.
A knock at the door.
He turned, heart hammering.
Allie stood there. Rain-soaked. Pale.
"Invite me in," she said.
But her voice—it wasn't hers alone.