Chapter 3

Elias’s pov

The threat call came through at dusk.

Not a drill. Not a flagged plate this time. Confirmed movement two men asking questions in the building’s service levels, photographs of Noah circulating on a closed channel. I locked the penthouse down hard. Blackout curtains. Secondary alarms armed. Noah didn’t argue when I told him to stay in the main room where I could see him. He just sat on the edge of the couch with his elbows on his knees and watched me work the tablet like the silence itself was a weapon.

Hours stretched. Updates trickled in. The men were gone by the time building security...