The city was quiet in that strange, almost threatening way that comes just before a storm. The streets glistened from an earlier drizzle, streetlamps casting fractured halos on wet pavement. Adanna pulled her coat tighter around her, the collar brushing her jawline as she walked toward the small café where Ethan had insisted they meet.He rarely picked the location. That, in itself, made her uneasy.Inside, the café was dim and warm, with the hum of soft jazz bleeding from a speaker somewhere near the counter. A scattering of late-night customers lingered over their mugs, lost in their worlds. Ethan sat in the back, his face half-hidden in the shadow cast by the overhead light. He didn’t look like a man meeting a lover or even an ally. He looked like someone bracing for war.Adanna slid into the seat across from him, setting her gloves on the table. “You said it was urgent.”He didn’t answer right away. His fingers were wrapped tightly around a coffee cup, as if drawing heat from it h