The trapdoor creaked as Dr. Harlow lifted it, her face a pale oval in the faint lamplight. Her eyes darted over us, lingering on Adrian’s blood-soaked shirt, before softening.
“He’s gone,” she whispered, though her voice carried the strain of someone who wasn’t fully convinced. “But he’ll be back. That man… he doesn’t walk away without a reason.”
I helped Adrian shift upright, his body trembling with exhaustion. “We heard him. He doesn’t believe you.”
Her gaze hardened. “No. He doesn’t. Which means you can’t stay here.”
The words hit like ice water. I tightened my grip on Adrian’s hand, panic flaring. “Where are we supposed to go? He’ll hunt us anywhere.”
Dr. Harlow’s lips pressed into a thin line. She glanced toward the door, as if expecting Daniel to appear again. “Not if you get fa
