Brielle’s POV
The photo on my phone glared back at me. Me and my mother, standing in the middle of nowhere. A moment ago, it had felt like we were hidden from the world, buried beneath the trees, safe in a place untouched by the people chasing us. But now, I knew better.
Gregory had been watching us.
My hands trembled slightly as I locked the phone, stuffing it deep into my coat pocket like that would somehow erase the fear crawling up my spine. I could still feel the lens on me, invisible and cold. No matter how far we ran, he was always one step ahead. Like he was inside my head.
Fiona gripped the steering wheel tighter. Her knuckles were white. “We can’t go back to the cabin,” she said quietly.
“Then where?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But if he has people tracking us, we can’t
