The night air was thick with tension, every breath laced with the scent of fear and determination. Sonia’s heart pounded as she and Eric faced off with the Cartel lieutenant, the shadows of the old training field stretching around them like silent witnesses.
The man’s eyes glistened with malice, his grin sharp and predatory. “You’ve made it this far,” he drawled, his voice a mockery of casual confidence. “But it ends here.”
Eric shifted his stance, his grip on his knife steady but his other hand still clasped with Sonia’s. “We’re not going down without a fight,” he said, his voice low, steady, protective.
Sonia’s pulse thrummed in her ears, a steady beat that reminded her she was still alive, still here. She could almost hear Silas’s voice, telling her she was stronger than she knew. Sh
