Becky's POV
Leo and I ran across the black streets, the cold night air stinging my skin; the echo of gunfire still fresh in my head. My heart thumping in my chest, every breath was shallow and piercing. Still, I couldn't afford to worry even though my throat was closing with anxiety. We had to keep our concentration. We owe it to each other to survive.
I looked at Leo, running next to me, his face set with will. Since we had broken up with Marcus, he had not spoken a word, but I could see the same anxiety in his eyes that I sensed wriggling within me. Marcus had assured us he would meet us at the estate, but something about all of this felt improper. It was too simple, too disorganized—like we were being led into a trap.
"Are you fine?" Breaking the quiet as we sought our breath by dod
