Eliana's POV
The sirens cut through everything now— a promise of help and judgment coming fast.
For a second, Alex froze again, eyes darting toward the approaching lights that flickered faintly at the far end of the street.
Then something shifted in his face—panic.
He yanked himself free at last, ripping her hand away. She stumbled backward, almost falling, clutching her arm again as she let out a choked sound of pain.
“You’ll rot for this!” She cried after him, her voice shaking but strong. “You’ll rot in jail, you coward!”
“You think this is over?” He spat as he spun halfway, pointing at her. “It’s not!”
And then he ran.
I watched him bolt down the street, his shadow stretching long under the streetlights before it disappeared around the corner. The red-blue glow of the approach
