Chapter 23: It doesn't worth   the betrayal 

I didn’t trust the silence.  

It wrapped around the cabin like a noose, too still, too calculated. My fingers tightened around the gun, its cold steel biting into my palm. Reid was asleep on the couch, his tiny form cocooned in a blanket that felt far too thin for the chill in the air. Precious sat by the window, her eyes darting nervously to the darkness outside. Alex paced the room like a caged lion, his energy crackling like static.  

“They’re waiting us out,” Alex muttered, more to himself than to me.  

“How do you know?” I asked, my voice low but steady.  ...