Leila’s breath caught in her throat as Victor’s shadow loomed larger, each step deliberate and unhurried. She pressed herself into the crevice, her mind scrambling for a plan. Every instinct told her to run, but she knew Victor—he was relentless, trained to never lose a target once he had one in sight.
“Leila,” Victor called, his voice echoing down the corridor with a chilling calm. “I know you’re here. There’s no point in hiding. Let’s make this easier for both of us.”
She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on her phone. Axel’s message had said to wait, that backup was coming. But how much time did she have? And how long could she stay hidden before Victor found her?
Taking a silent breath, she scanned her surroundings, her gaze landing on an abandoned metal pipe lying just a few feet
