The ravine swallowed us like a beast with jagged teeth, its rocky walls rising steep and unforgiving on either side. We slid and stumbled, the dirt crumbling underfoot, dust choking our lungs as gunfire cracked overhead. Muzzle flashes painted the lip of the gorge in bursts of red light, a cruel constellation above us.
“Keep moving!” Adrian’s command tore through the chaos. His voice was raw, unrelenting.
Kael groaned, half-dragged and half-running, his injured shoulder leaving streaks of blood across the stones. I scrambled beside him, my fingers clutching the straps of his vest to keep him upright. Nora was already ahead, vanishing into the twisting shadows like she’d been born from them.
The air stank of cordite and sweat. The Blacklist didn’t relent—their shots ricocheted against ro
