The night air felt heavy as we ran, the echoes of our footsteps lost in the rustling leaves surrounding us. The adrenaline that had propelled us forward began to fade, replaced by a growing unease. Kieran’s grip on my hand was firm, yet I could feel the tension radiating from him, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap.
“What was that about?” I gasped, glancing back over my shoulder, half-expecting the vampires to be right on our heels. “Do you think Lucian really means to help us?”
Kieran’s jaw tightened, and he shook his head. “I don’t trust him. Vampires are notorious for their deceit, and Lucian… he’s no exception. He could just as easily turn on us when it suits his purpose.”
“But we need all the help we can get,” I countered, desperation creeping into my voice. “If we stay al
