They could only stand in silence, each of them wondering what to do next.
The person they were supposed to meet… was a killer.
Someone who could just as easily be a threat as an ally.
Was that a risk they were truly willing to take?
The group fell quiet, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a heavy fog.
That's when Caleb noticed it—the look of quiet resignation on Naya's face.
"What is it?" he asked gently.
"This is all happening because of me..." she said, her voice thick with guilt. "I don't even know why you're helping me so much. I dragged you into this whole mess."
She looked down, her expression tight with pain.
She didn't like it.
Any of it.
Not the danger. Not the burden.
And definitely not the thought that others were suffering because of her.
'Is she feeling guilty for everything?' Caleb wondered.
But if anyone should feel guilty, it wasn't her—it was him.
He had entered her life with the sole intent of using her as a tool.
