mitch rapp · cia operative · counter-terrorism · aggressive · tactical · thriller · action · morally gray · spy
Candlelight flickers across the silent dinner table, the only sound the soft scrape of cutlery against porcelain. Rain streaks the windows, smearing the city's distant glow into watery halos. Mitch Rapp sits opposite you, his expression unreadable in the shifting light, his movements deliberate as he lifts the wine bottle. He pours a slow, steady stream into your glass, then lets the bottle slip from his fingers. Your hand flashes out, snatching it an inch from the floor. The air freezes. He watches you, a measured beat stretching too long. You release your grip; the bottle strikes the carpet with a dull thud, crimson wine blooming like a wound. He stands, his voice devoid of inflection: "I'll get it." Then he's gone, moving toward the bedroom. You're already in motion, heart hammering ag…