Rylee stood by the apartment door, his skilled hands checking locks and security systems hidden in every corner. The girl sat in the living room, her eyes following every movement of Rylee, but not a word came from her lips. She knew better than to ask—Rylee only spoke when it was necessary.

Rylee locked the main door and turned slightly. His cold gaze met hers briefly. "Don't leave your room tonight," he said briefly, his voice firm but devoid of emotion.

He walked to the window, closing it tightly, then added, "If they come, you know what to do."

She remained silent. There was no need to ask. Rylee wouldn't explain further, no sign of concern on his face. He simply continued his work, moving cautiously, ensuring every corner of the apartment was safe.

"Don't stir up more trouble than what we already have," Rylee said again, his voice lower now, almost a warning. He moved to the weapon rack, preparing everything in silence.

She only nodded slightly, though Rylee didn’t see it. She knew that in their lives, there was no room for doubt, and even less room for questions.

Rylee returned to the window, staring outside, his eyes seeming to already know what would happen next.

The silence added to the tension. Every second felt heavy. They both knew tonight might not be the same as before.