He glanced at her, a half-smile forming. There was something unspoken hanging between them. The kiss. The closeness. The almost-conversation they hadn't had yet.
He stood, stretching, about to say something—
The sky screamed.
A rocket tore past their window in a violent blur, close enough that the glass rattled like it might shatter from the insult alone.
Kael moved before the explosion hit.
"Down—"
The blast thundered through the street, a concussive удар that shook the walls, rattled the frame, and punched dust from the ceiling. Fire bloomed somewhere just beyond their line of sight, orange light flickering against the blinds like a warning signal.
Kael was already at the window, just off to the side, body angled, eyes scanning.
Smoke. Debris. A building down the street partially collapsed, flames licking upward like they had something to prove.
"Not random," he said immediately. Voice low. Certain.