Julian’s POV:
The flashlight doesn’t move.
It holds steady on us like it already knows exactly where to look.
Ava goes completely still beside me. Her hand tightens against my chest, fingers pressing into wet fabric as if she can anchor us both in place.
Too late for that.
“Don’t run,” I say under my breath.
Her eyes flick to mine.
“They already see us,” I continue. “Movement will confirm it.”
Voices follow the light.
Low at first. Then closer. Boots pressing into wet ground. The sound of someone pushing through reeds without bothering to be quiet.
They’re not searching.
They’re closing in.
Ava shifts slightly, angling herself closer to me.
“How many?” she whispers.
I listen.
Count.
Adjust for echo.
“At least four,” I say. “Possibly more behind them.”
Her breathing stays
