The couple silently entered the safehouse.
Genevieve remained silent. Aramen's presence brought forth memories that she had long buried in her heart.
It was because of that man that she had to go through some of the darkest days of her life. The cold stones of the prison walls, the chilly air, and the shifting shadows somehow came alive inside her mind and made her shiver.
A gentle, reassuring hand clasped her shoulder. Adam spoke in a warm voice, "Are you okay?"
Genevieve inhaled deeply and nodded.
Her gaze then settled on the two Templars lying on the floor, their bodies a map of injuries, with blood pooling beneath them. Her eyebrows floated up as she studied the wounds.
A moment later, understanding dawned on her. "Illusion?"
Adam nodded. "Come, sit."
He gently set her down on a crate and studied her wounds. Most were minor, but two were deep—one on the side of her stomach and the other on her arm.
