The chill of the night air wrapped around them like a suffocating shroud as they sprinted down the alley, their breaths sharp and ragged in the cold. Sophia could hear the sound of engines growing louder with each passing second, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins only made her more determined. They had made it out of Salvatore’s stronghold, but the fight wasn’t over yet. Far from it.
Behind them, gunfire echoed through the night. The sound of boots pounding the pavement in pursuit made Sophia’s heart race even faster. They were being hunted, and it wouldn’t be long before they were caught if they didn’t find cover and fast.
“We’re not out of the woods yet!” Micah shouted, his voice strained as he took a glance over his shoulder, his eyes flashing with urgency. “Move faster!”
