The city stretched before them in cold, unforgiving silence. The SUV wove through the empty streets, headlights cutting through the darkness like blades. Alina’s pulse still raced from the ambush, her body rigid with tension. Every shadow felt like a threat. Every turn felt like a trap.
Damon gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. His expression was carved from stone, his thoughts a storm she couldn’t decipher.
“He knew exactly where we were,” Alina whispered.
No one responded immediately. The weight of Vincent’s attack pressed down on them like a noose tightening.
“We need to disappear,” Marco said, his voice low but firm. “Regroup. Think this through before making any reckless moves.”
Damon let out a bitter chuckle. “Reckless?” He glanced at Marco through
