The figure moved swiftly through the café, their gaze locked onto Leila and Jack as they sat frozen in their seats. Panic clawed at Leila’s chest as Jack shot to his feet, gripping her wrist tightly.
“We need to leave—now,” Jack hissed, pulling her toward the back door.
Leila’s heart raced as they hurried through the dimly lit café, her mind spinning with questions. Who was that person? And why was Jack so terrified of them? But there was no time to ask. The tension in Jack’s voice told her everything she needed to know: they were in danger.
They burst through the back door into the cold night air, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty alleyway. Jack didn’t stop running until they reached a narrow side street, where he yanked her behind a row of parked cars.
“Stay low,” he
