Sophia grabbed Aurora's arm and pulled her towards the back door. "We have to go, now," she whispered, her voice urgent.
Isabella followed closely behind, her eyes wide with fear. They emerged into the night air, the darkness swallowing them whole.
As they ran, Aurora heard footsteps behind them. She glanced back, but saw nothing. The sound grew louder, and she felt a surge of adrenaline.
Suddenly, Sophia stopped and pushed them into a nearby alleyway. "Wait," she whispered, holding a finger to her lips.
Aurora listened intently, her heart pounding in her chest. The footsteps grew louder, and she saw a figure emerge from the shadows.
The figure was tall and imposing, its features obscured by the darkness. Aurora's breath caught in her throat as the figure moved closer.
But just as suddenly, Sophia stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the figure. "It's okay," she said, her voice low and calm. "He's a friend."
The figure stepped into the light, revealing a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes. "I'm Max," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I've been tracking the people who are after you."
Aurora's mind was racing. Who was Max? And how did he know about their pursuers?