MEGAN’S POV
Victor slammed the door shut behind us, double-checking the locks before pulling the curtains closed. My heart was still racing from the chase. I could feel bits of leaves and dirt in my hair, my clothes torn at the knees, but we’d made it out.
Barely.
I collapsed onto the worn-out couch, still trying to steady my breathing. Victor disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. I took it with a grateful nod.
“I need to call my parents,” I said after a moment.
Victor nodded. “I’ll give you some space.”
I didn’t let him leave the room though. I wanted him close. I dialed quickly, and Mom answered on the second ring.
“Sweetheart?” Her voice was tight with worry. “Are you okay?”
“We’re fine,” I said quickly. “But you need to hear this.”
I put her on spea
