Chapter 187

She tried calling Tristan—no answer. Then she dialed Karl's number—still no response. Megan was getting anxious, but at least there were no bad news—no news was good news, right? She leaned back against the headboard, yanked at her hair with a sigh heavy enough to press on a heart. She called Cameron. The line connected after three rings. "Any update?" "Still nothing, ma'am. But please don't worry too much." Megan made a soft sound in reply. "Just... take care of yourselves too." After the call ended, she had zero intention of going to bed. Sleep? Not a chance. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window. The snowstorm that had raged for days had finally stopped. The night sky outside was heavy and dark. No one knew when this war without gunpowder would end. She rested a hand on her belly. "Baby, please watch over your dad. Bring him back to us safe." Down below in the dark tunnel, two shadowy figures were carefully making their way forward, bodies crouched low. The passage stretche