The saving
734 Words
Anna’s POV
“Let’s go,” I urged, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear threatening to swallow me whole. But the girl beside me just shook her head, her face pale with terror.
“He’s not alone,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “The other two are probably waiting outside.”
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat thundering louder than the last. I didn’t know how much longer we had before they came back. But I had to move. I couldn’t stay here.
“Okay,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “Let’s do this.” She nodded, the only sign of trust in her eyes.
Together, we tried to lift the unconscious thug. It was harder than I imagined, but we managed to drag him out of the way, shoving him into a dark corner. Time was running out—we had to make our move before his friends returned.
The room was pitch dark, and I felt a small measure of relief. It made hiding easier. We grabbed the keys from the door and slammed it shut, praying the sound wouldn’t alert them. But within seconds, I heard footsteps pounding toward us. They were coming.
My fingers fumbled with the key, panic surging through me. It slipped from my grasp, but the other girl quickly retrieved it, unlocking the door and locking it again just as fast.
We ran. My legs felt like lead, but I kept pushing forward. The sound of a gunshot echoed in the air, and I knew they had broken through. There was no time to think. We had to get out.
We reached a nearby car, and a man stepped out. His presence was calm, too calm. I couldn’t trust him—not for a second. But we didn’t have many options left.
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Aaron’s POV
I made my way back to my apartment, trying to shake the unease gnawing at me. The day had been draining, and Morgan’s disappearance was still weighing heavily on me.
I poured myself a glass of wine, draining it in one go, before setting the glass aside. I removed the comb and dress from the table and carefully placed them down. Then, I reached for my secret compartment and took out an old book.
Flipping through the pages, I found the location spell I needed.
“This will work only if I’ve been to the place before—or somewhere nearby,” I muttered, scanning the instructions.
I began chanting, closing my eyes. The moment I did, I felt my spirit slip free from my body, tethered only by an invisible chain that connected me to my physical form. My spirit flew, carrying me to a place I hadn’t thought about in years—a place my father and I used to visit when I was a child.
I found Morgan and the other girl, both trapped in some rundown room. Morgan was pleading with a man—someone I vaguely recognized but couldn’t place. His eyes met mine, and a cold rush of dread shot through me. The connection between us snapped, and my spirit was thrust back into my body.
I couldn’t hold on. I was losing them.
Frustration churned in my stomach, but I knew I had to act. I boiled water quickly and threw in the herbs that would help recharge my energy. I was running out of time.
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Anna’s POV
The man in the car didn’t give me a sense of relief. His calm demeanor was unsettling, too relaxed for a situation like this. Why wasn’t he more concerned?
Through the rearview mirror, I saw him watching me—his eyes lingering for a moment longer than they should have.
I glanced down at the cup holder. His phone was there, still on. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a picture of me on the screen. How did he have that?
I quickly scanned the car and found a gun, poorly hidden beneath the seat. Panic surged in my chest, but I knew what I had to do.
I reached for my own weapon, pulling it from my pocket and pressing it to the man’s head. My voice was cold, sharp, and full of the fear I was trying to suppress.
“Park the car,” I ordered, my finger tightening on the trigger.
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