Avery’s POV
The weight of Dimitri’s words sat heavy in the room even after he left. Noah had escorted him out, scanning the woods as if expecting Lisa’s mercenaries to materialize out of thin air. When he returned, his face was set like stone, his jaw tight.
“Noah,” I started, unsure of what to even say. “Do you really think Lisa will find us here?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he placed his gun on the table and ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I don’t know, Avery. But we can’t take any chances.”
I hated this feeling—the constant fear, the anticipation of the worst. It felt like Lisa’s shadow was looming over us, always one step closer no matter what we did.
“We need to leave, don’t we?” I asked softly.
Noah sighed and leaned against the table. “Yes. Di
