Sullivan’s footsteps echoed hollowly through the grand halls of their home, the weight of the night's events pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had escorted Erica and Evelyn back from the warehouse, but the tension between him and Erica was palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second. As soon as they arrived, Erica had avoided his gaze, her body rigid with anger and pain. Sullivan had tried to reach out to her, but she had brushed past him, her eyes cold and distant. Now, he stood outside their bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.Taking a deep breath, Sullivan pushed the door open and stepped inside. Erica was by the window, her back to him as she stared out into the night. The silence between them was suffocating.“Erica…” Sullivan began, his voice low and tentative.She didn’t turn around. “I don’t want to hear it, Sullivan,” she said, her voice cold and firm.“Please,” he implored, stepping closer. “Just let me explain. I was trying to protect you. I

The room had barely settled into a sense of uneasy calm when the doors to the council's meeting chamber burst open. "Jason has gone wrong and we need to put him down." Mrs.Martin yelled. "You of all people should know that he's not a force to be reckoned with. " Jason's father yelled. "You are no longer the head of this council so don't give oders." Mrs. Martin snapped. "But as a member i have a right to speak." He shot quickly. His face was clenched in anger because he still couldn't believe she did this to him. Ever since he stepped down from his position, his family has not been peaceful plus the death of his grandfather made his wife on a rampage. "Speak when you are needed."She shunned then she turned her gaze to the council. "We need to deal with Jason before he destroys the city and everything in it. " She said firmly. "What do you suggest we do then. "Mr almer asked."What can we possibly do? "Mr smith rolled his eyes."He's a child. "Mrs.martin groaned. "A child th

Sullivan's steps were heavy as he trudged back home, his once resolute demeanor now burdened by the weight of the night’s events. The adrenaline that had fueled him through the mission had long since faded, replaced by a hollow emptiness that gnawed at his chest. His uniform, stained with the blood of battle, felt suffocating as he reached the front door of his home. The moment the door creaked open, Evelyn appeared, her face lighting up with relief at the sight of her father. Behind her, Erica emerged, her eyes scanning Sullivan's expression with concern. But as Evelyn took in her father's sullen face, her heart skipped a beat. She looked past him, her brow furrowing in confusion."Where’s John?" Evelyn asked, her voice tinged with worry. Sullivan's eyes met hers, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words. His silence was all the answer Evelyn needed. "We met some resistance and John used his life to save mine. " Sullivan broke into tears. All things came with a price but t