Noah ignored him and stepped fully into the hallway, spear held low as he carefully scanned the unfamiliar apartment.
"Quiet," he whispered.
Levy and Sage followed closely behind. Noah's gaze swept over every doorway and shadow, halting whenever the apartment's old bones would creak.
Levy kept his weapon raised but looked far less concerned, glancing at the family photographs as if he were touring someone's home instead of sneaking through it.
Sage noticed.
"Try looking where you're going," she murmured.
"I am," Levy whispered back. "I'm also appreciating the decor."
"You're going to appreciate a wall if you keep drifting off."
Noah glanced over his shoulder. "Both of you. Focus."
"Tell that to your buddy, not me," Sage said, brushing past him.
Levy gave him a mock salute.
Noah's expression hardened, but Sage caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
