The heavy vibration of the low rumbling engine outside the cabin wasn't a rescue team. It was a fleet of black armored Suburbans, their tires crushing the wet pine needles as they surrounded the clearing. Silas didn't even look surprised. He simply wiped the last trace of Martha’s blood from his knuckles, tucked the fresh declaration paper into his pocket, and grabbed my arm with his one functional hand.
We were leaving the mountains.
Within hours, the suffocating fog of Virginia was replaced by the familiar, cold concrete skyline of Manhattan. When the private elevator chimed and opened directly into the triplex penthouse on Fifth Avenue, a sick wave of nostalgia hit me so hard I almost lost my footing. This was where the nightmare had started. The floor to ceiling glass windows still l
