Chapter 4 — Into the Lion’s Den

Morgan

The helicopter’s rotors sliced through the cold night air, their relentless thrum vibrating through Morgan’s body. She sat rigid in her seat, her fingers gripping the compass pendant beneath her sweater like a lifeline. The cool brass pressed into her palm, grounding her, a fragile tether to the life she’d been ripped away from. Daisy’s voice echoed faintly in her memory: *“It’ll help you find your way.”*

The irony was bitter. Right now, she was completely lost.