91. A Moment of Weakness

Sophia stood in the living room, her arms crossed tightly. She had been up all night, worry gnawing at her every thought.

When Elijah finally entered, his face was drawn, his shirt still stained from the night’s chaos.

Sophia's eyes narrowed, her frustration and concern bubbling over.

“Elijah, I want answers,” she demanded, her voice steady but laced with emotion.

“Every time there’s trouble, you’re gone, and I’m left in the dark. I need to know what’s going on.”

Elijah sighed, pulling a hand through his hair as he faced her.

“Sophia, you know I’d tell you if I could. But some things… they’re better left unsaid. It’s safer that way.”

Sophia’s gaze sharpened.

“Safer? I don’t feel safe, Elijah. It feels like there are walls between us, and I can’t keep guessing if—if there’s something you’re hiding.”

She took a shaky breath.

“Do you have enemies? Are they coming after us?”

Elijah took her hands gently, his expression softening.

“Yes, I have enemies, and yes, they’d do anything to hurt m
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