We ran until our lungs burned.
The Overseers didn’t stop hunting, and we didn’t stop moving. Every alley, every tunnel, every shadow felt like a trap waiting to spring. Their searchlights carved through the city ruins, sweeping past broken buildings and forgotten streets. They weren’t searching for someone. They were hunting for me.
Kane pulled me into a side passage, pressing a hand to my chest to keep me still. I barely breathed. Footsteps echoed in the distance—sharp, methodical. They weren’t in a hurry. They didn’t have to be.
The Overseers knew they’d catch us eventually.
Kane’s eyes flicked to mine. Her breath was steady, but I saw it—the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers clenched the grip of her knife.
She was calculating. Always calculating.
A single nod, barely v
