Night fell again.
But this time, there was no peace accompanying it.
The air inside the room felt heavier, denser, as if every breath carried an invisible pressure.
Sophia sat on the edge of the bed.
Her face was pale.
Not out of fear.
But because her body was beginning to reach its limit.
Her hand returned to hold her stomach.
For longer than before.
Her breath caught for a moment.
Then exhaled slowly.
On the other side of the room, Adrian Blackwood watched without blinking.
He did not move closer.
His entire focus was fixed on Sophia.
"You must rest," he said.
His voice was low.
Leaving no room for argument.
Sophia shook her head slowly.
"Not yet."
One word.
Enough to show that she would not stop.
Daniel was still in front of the laptop.
Data kept moving.
The attacks had not ceased.
"He is expanding his reach," he said.
Leonard Graves crossed his arms.
"Just as we expected."
This time.
There was no casual tone in his voice.
Sophia lifted her gaze.
