บท 32: So Close: Trapped

The chill and dampness of the air inside the warehouse clung to Isabella's skin as she and Leon wove deeper into the maze of shipping containers and crates. Muted city sounds outside grew to be Oblivion, leaving the macabre silence of the warehouse and the rhythmic pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.

She turned to Leon; Leon's face was unreadable, his gaze sharp to leave nothing out of sight. Every step taken seemed measured, each shadow a threat. Derek's distraction had bought them time, but Isabella knew it wouldn't last long. They needed to find what they came for and get out before anyone would even notice.

Every step deeper into the building seemed to notch the tension between them just a little tighter. It was not just the mission hanging in the balance, it was everything. She could feel the weight of the shared glances, touches, and the kiss they had shared this morning. That was not to be dwelled upon now, though. Focus, she told herself.