Leila’s breath caught as the sound of footsteps echoed through the dark passageway. They were faint at first, but growing louder, closer. Marcus’s men. They must have realized something was off. Panic shot through her veins, but she forced herself to remain calm. There was no room for mistakes now. “Run!” Ethan hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her forward. “We need to get out of here before they catch us.” Maya moved swiftly, taking the lead as she navigated the narrow tunnels that wound through the estate. The faint glow of emergency lights barely lit the way, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Behind them, the footsteps quickened, closing the distance. “Faster!” Daniel urged from behind, his voice tense. “They’re getting closer.” Leila’s heart pounded as they sprinted
