"What a weird-ass dream," Greg muttered, slowly opening his eyes to the gentle warmth of morning light filtering through the blinds. The softness of the sheets, the calm rise and fall of Jessica's breathing beside him, all seemed peaceful. But his peace didn't last long. The moment he remembered Kate's kidnapping, a dark storm of anger brewed in his chest. His jaw clenched. His hand instinctively curled into a fist.
He couldn't act yet. Not until he had more information—who the enemies were, what their goals were, and where they were hiding. Attacking blindly would get Kate killed.
The world outside had changed beyond recognition.
