Chapter 67: The Cost of Victory

Lucien didn’t speak as we walked out of the warehouse. His steps were heavy, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching.

Caleb stayed close, his eyes scanning our surroundings as if expecting another attack. Police officers moved around us, securing the area, but none of it made me feel safe. **Not yet.**

Luca stood by one of the police vehicles, his arms crossed. When he saw me, his expression softened, but only slightly. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Thanks to you guys.”

His gaze shifted to Lucien. “You look like hell.”

what, what do you mean?, I asked myself, I didn't...