MEGAN’S POV
The world finally slowed, colors solidifying into walls and shadows as Victor stopped moving. My heart was still racing, not from the speed but from everything else. I clung to him for a second longer before pulling away, my legs barely steady under me.
We were in a small cabin. Dark, remote, unfamiliar. A safehouse, I assumed. Wooden walls. No windows. Only a single flickering lantern lighting the room.
I stepped back, rubbing my arms, still shaken.
“How did you know?” I asked, my voice quiet but sharp. “How did you know I was in danger?”
Victor met my gaze, his face unreadable. He had already cleaned the blood from his face, but I could still smell it faintly. Metallic. Brutal.
“I didn’t… not exactly,” he said. “But I had a feeling. I’ve been keeping an eye on the house
