Leila’s pulse raced as Daniel’s words sank in. They were out of time. Marcus’s men were closing in, and they had no choice but to run. The weight of the situation pressed down on her, threatening to suffocate her with the magnitude of what was about to happen.
Ethan was already grabbing his jacket, despite the pain from his injuries, and Lily looked frozen in place, her face pale as a sheet. Leila’s mind was still spinning from everything—Gabriel, Daniel, the idea of disappearing—but there was no time to hesitate. It was either leave now or face whatever wrath Marcus had sent their way.
“We can’t leave without Gabriel,” Leila said, her voice cracking with desperation. “He’s still in the ICU. We can’t just abandon him!”
“We’re not abandoning him,” Daniel said sharply, already moving towa
