Clay POV
"There here," Emma said as she cautiously cracked open the creaking motel door. She paused for a moment, her senses on high alert, trying to detect any lurking danger.
Nodding in assurance, we ventured out of the room. As we approached the car, the sound of a distant car alarm pierced the silence, creating an eerie backdrop to our clandestine meeting. The car window slid down with a soft hum, revealing the familiar face of the woman I had met at the hotel as we got in.
"Hey kiddo," Flint greeted Emma from the driver's seat, his gravelly voice resonating through the vehicle.
"Hey Flint, I'm sorry you two got dragged into coming out here," Emma apologized, her words laced with a tinge of guilt.
"No problem at all," he said to her. "The hunters have been a nuisance as it is at
