Chapter 66 Morgan
Morgan
By nightfall, the safehouse felt less like a refuge and more like a launch pad.
Cyclone had taken over the dining table completely, his screens glowing in the dim light, the soft clack of keys filling the silence.
Oliver methodically checked weapons and spare magazines, laying them out in neat rows that made the pit of my stomach twist. Gage leaned against the wall, comms pressed to his ear, his voice low as he coordinated with contacts I didn’t know and probably didn’t want to.
Ruby sat near me on the sofa, earbuds dangling around her neck, her knee bouncing. She’d stopped pretending she wasn’t listening hours ago.
Damian stood at the center of it all, a quiet storm in human form. His voice carried low but certain as he worked through the plan with the others. Every word, every gesture, radiated control. Watching him, it hit me again: this wasn’t just his world, it was his battlefield.
Cyclone’s screen flashed, pulling everyone’s attention.
He spun the laptop toward Damian, lines of code transforming into a map studded with coordinates.
“Confirmed relay. Warehouse outside the city. Activity picked up in the last two hours. They’re clearing data.
If we don’t move tonight, the trail’s gone. ”
My pulse stuttered. “You mean… everything I found?”
Cyclone’s mouth pressed flat. “Wiped. Burned. Like it never existed.”
The room seemed to shrink around me. All those nights, all those breadcrumbs, the risk I’d taken—it could vanish in an instant.
Damian’s hand found mine, grounding me even in front of the others. “It won’t be wasted. We move now.”
Oliver zipped his bag shut with a sound that felt final. “Two teams. Cyclone and I on tech. Gage and I’ll breach first. Damian, you take point inside.”
Ruby leaned forward, eyes wide. “You’re really going after them tonight?”
“Yes.” Damian’s voice was firm, but not unkind.
“And you’re staying here, with Morgan. “Do not go outside.”
The certainty in his tone left no room for argument. Still, Ruby looked at me, worry clouding her face. For once, I didn’t try to play it down. I squeezed her hand, hard. “We’ll be fine.”
But inside, fear uncoiled sharp and cold. Because I knew this wasn’t just another step. This was the step. The one that could either tear Luthor’s network open… or paint an even bigger target on all of us.
Damian bent close enough for only me to hear. “Lock the doors behind us. Don’t open for anyone but me. No matter what.”
I nodded, my throat tight. “Come back to me.”
His lips brushed my forehead, quick but searing. “Always.”
And then he was gone, moving with the others into the night, leaving me with Ruby, the echo of his promise, and the knowledge that the storm was finally breaking.