The city lights blurred into streaks as Damon drove through the winding streets, his grip firm on the wheel. Alina sat beside him, her pulse hammering in her throat. The events of the last few hours felt surreal—a deadly chase, an ally’s timely intervention, and now, a desperate escape into the unknown.
"Where are we going?" she asked again, her voice quieter this time.
Damon exhaled sharply. "To a place Adrian doesn’t know about."
Alina studied his face, searching for any sign of reassurance, but all she saw was cold calculation.
"And then what?" she pressed.
Damon’s jaw tightened. "Then we decide how to end this."
That sent a shiver down her spine. There was no more running, no more hiding. They were heading straight into the storm.
"—"
They drove for nearly an ho
