The safehouse was quiet, a secluded cabin nestled deep within the forest. Gregory had ensured it was far from any known vampire enclaves or human settlements—a place where they could catch their breath and regroup after the harrowing escape.
The scent of damp earth and pine filtered through the air, a sharp contrast to the lingering tension between them.
Sicily sat near the hearth, her arm freshly bandaged from Gregory's meticulous care. The firelight cast a soft glow on her features, making her look almost ethereal.
Gregory couldn't help but steal glances as he sifted through the documents and trinkets he had taken from the vampire leader they had defeated. His mind, however, was a storm of guilt and concern.
"You've been quiet," Sicily said, breaking the silence. Her voice was steady, but Gregory caught the flicker of worry in her eyes.
