Maya’s POV
Smoke filled the night sky behind us, turning the air thick and bitter.
The warehouse was burning.
“My car is two blocks away,” Alex gasped, his voice tight with pain. “I drove here.”
“You can barely stand,” I said, trying to support his weight as we stumbled away from the flames.
“I can drive,” he insisted, though his arm was bleeding heavily, blood soaking through his sleeve. “We need to move. Away from the fire. Away from Rebecca.”
Sirens wailed in the distance,police, fire trucks, ambulances. Red and blue lights flashed against the buildings. Soon the whole place would be surrounded. If we didn’t leave now, we’d be caught, questioned, separated.
“No hospitals,” Alex muttered weakly. “They’re compromised. Richard Stone has people everywhere
“We’ll deal with that later
