Eliana's POV
Once a decision is made, there's no room for hesitation.
I didn't sit.
Didn't think twice.
The moment clarity settled in my mind, my body moved with it.
Fast. Precise. Controlled.
I crossed to the wardrobe, pushing it open and scanning through the fabrics, not for comfort, not for appearance, but for function.
Dark.
Fitted.
Flexible.
I pulled out what I needed and changed quickly, the soft fabric from earlier replaced with something that allowed movement, something that wouldn't slow me down if things went wrong.
Because they would.
They always did.
My hand reached beneath the drawer again, retrieving my weapon. The familiar weight of the gun settled into my palm before I secured it back into place, hidden, but ready.
Always ready. A second blade followed.
Strapped.
Silent.
Necessary.
A quiet breath left my lips as I stepped back, rolling my shoulders once.
Focus.
No emotions.
No distractions.
Just the mission.
