Chapter 156

Miley’s POV Night fell. Fluorescent lights flickered on inside the concrete building. Outside, the aged streetlamps glowed intermittently as moths circled in the darkness. Across the river, scattered lights began to spark to life. Black eagles lurked deep within the forest, their occasional soft coos breaking the stillness. I wore black athletic gear, a baseball cap shadowing my petite face, and sneakers for easy movement. Everett emerged from the house, clad in a black bulletproof vest and work pants, a pistol tucked at his waist. His military boots struck the concrete floor with steady, deliberate steps. “Put this on,” he said, handing me another bulletproof vest. I looked at the vest, hesitating for a moment before meeting his eyes. Everett’s handsome face remained expressionless. “Just in case.” I took the vest. “Thanks.” “We’re in this together now. Helping you is helping myself.” Everett lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and held it between his long fingers. “You still have a ch