Liliana
The roads were blocked.
Every single route out of the city had police barriers, construction signs, or mysterious accidents that made passage impossible. We'd been driving for two hours, taking increasingly desperate detours, only to find ourselves facing the same dead ends.
"This isn't coincidence," I said, watching Mikhail's knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel. "Someone planned this."
He pulled over to the side of the road, his breathing heavy. "We have to go back to the manor."
"That's exactly what they want." I said, panick rising in my voice.
"I know." His voice was defeated. "But we don't have a choice. We're running low on gas, and every road out is blocked. At least at home we have weapons, and security systems."
I looked back at the city lights in t
