Chapter 25: Home!!
The car moved silently through the night, the engine humming softly beneath the stillness. Celina sat in the passenger seat, arms folded, eyes fixed on Miles. Her gaze didn’t waver—taking in his tactical vest, the blades strapped at his sides, the comms still clipped to his collar.
Miles kept his eyes on the road... until he finally broke the silence.
"You keep staring at me like that..." he muttered. "If you’ve got questions, ask them."
Celina hesitated, then spoke—quietly, but with weight.
"The way you and your team entered the club... it felt like it was all planned. Like everything was already set in motion."
She paused, glancing out the window, as if trying to put her thoughts in order.
"I remember... you told us not to go to the Paradise Club. Especially not tonight. And now I see why. You were already preparing to strike, weren’t you?"
Her voice cracked slightly. "You had soldiers... guns... knives. You burned the whole building down. And now I can’t help but wonder—was everything between us is also a setup?"
She turned to face him fully, eyes searching his face.
"From the day I saw you in the square... to meeting you in the park... Was it all part of some operation? Am I part of your some mission too, Miles?"
The car slowed.