Lyra's POV
“Run!” Clara’s voice pierced through the chaos as the sound of gunfire erupted around us.
“No!” I shouted, grabbing her arm. “I’m not leaving you!”
“You have to, Lyra!” she cried, her eyes wide with fear and determination. “If Alice’s men catch you, it’s over. Go, now!”
My chest tightened as I looked at her. Clara was trembling, but her resolve was unshakable. She pushed me hard, forcing me toward the exit as the warehouse doors burst open, and men in dark suits flooded in, their weapons drawn.
“Clara, please”
“Go!” she screamed, her voice cracking.
I hesitated for one agonizing second before I turned and ran, my heart pounding as I sprinted toward the back exit. The rain outside was relentless, cold droplets pelting my face as I stumbled through the darkness. Behind me,
