Leila’s mind raced as Marco’s grip tightened on her arm. The forest around them seemed to fade away, the only sound now the chaotic struggle taking place just beyond the shadows. She could see Ethan fighting with everything he had, but the odds were stacked against him.
“Let me go!” Leila hissed, trying to wriggle free, but Marco’s hold was ironclad.
“Not yet,” Marco muttered, pulling her further back into the cover of the trees. His tone was cold, calculating. What was he planning?
Leila’s heart pounded. Had she been wrong to trust him? It didn’t make sense—Marco had saved them before, hadn’t he? But now, with Ethan’s life on the line and Marco holding her back from helping, doubt crept in like poison through her veins.
Ethan let out a sharp grunt as one of the men landed a blow to hi
