“He’s here.”
“My love ,follow me”Damien said as he hed her hhand and ran as fast as possible.
The streets were colder than Evelyn remembered.
Shadows stretched across the broken pavement as she slipped through narrow alleyways, her hood pulled low over her face.
Her heart pounded in her chest from fear.
"Adrian... please be alive," she whispered to herself, clutching the folded photo she'd stolen from Damien’s drawer. It was old, blurry, but Adrian’s eyes still stared at her through the picture,burning, angry but full of life.
She had promised herself she would stay hidden. But the guilt... the weight of her choices, of the blood on Adrian's hands and her own, was crushing her. He was killing again. And it was her fault.
They hid behind a dumpster as a patrol marched by, boots stomp
