Watching From The Dark

POV: Sloane

Lev’s sharp heels click once, then twice against the scuffed hardwood floor of my safe house. Each rhythmic snap sounds like a calculated warning. She stands in the center of my dimly lit kitchen, wearing an immaculate tailored suit that contrasts sharply with the rundown aesthetic of the apartment. She drops a heavy manila folder onto the granite counter. Her cold gaze sweeps over me