Regina didn’t remember how her legs kept moving. She only knew she was running...running like a hunted animal...her lungs ripping, her ribs screaming, her throat raw from begging. The thieves’ shouts echoed behind her like demons chanting for her blood.
Her vision blurred from tears and exhaustion, but she didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop.
Then she saw him.
A man in a wheelchair, his silhouette half-lit by the moon.
Regina stumbled toward him, almost collapsing as she gripped the wheelchair handles with both shaking hands.
“Please...please...run!” she sobbed, voice deranged with fear. “There...there are thieves...armed...guns...knives...please...please...we have to go!”
Daniel Warren blinked calmly, studying her the way someone studies a broken bird that crash-landed at their feet. His br
