Isabella’s POV
The silence inside the SUV was suffocating. I could still hear the echo of gunfire ringing in my ears, and every shadow outside the vehicle seemed to hold a new threat. Alex’s hand was steady on the weapon at his side, but his face betrayed the weight of the night.
Oracle turned to look at us from the driver’s seat, her piercing eyes scanning the area before speaking. “This isn’t over. They’ll regroup, and they’ll come harder next time.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “What do we do now?”
“We move,” Alex said firmly, his voice cutting through my unease. “The longer we stay here, the more time they have to track us.”
Oracle nodded. “There’s a safe house about fifteen miles from here. We’ll lie low until we know the drive is secure.”
The idea of a safe house should hav
