Safehouse in the Mist

The freezing waters of the Vltava River pulled at their clothing with relentless, bone-chilling weight, but Alexander’s arm remained clamped around Sienna’s waist with unyielding strength. Swimming with powerful, measured strokes through the icy current, Alexander dragged them toward the shadowed wooden docks of a secluded, derelict boathouse two miles north of the city weir. They hauled themselves out of the black water onto the rotting cedar planks, their boots…