Chapter 27 The Breaking Point

• Amara didn’t know how long they’d been running. It felt like hours, but in reality, it had only been minutes. The sharp sounds of footsteps echoed in the narrow alleyways as they navigated the maze of the city, each twist and turn more frantic than the last. The night air bit at her skin, and the sounds of their pursuers rang in her ears like a constant drumbeat, pushing them forward, faster than they’d ever moved before.
• Damian’s hand was firmly gripping hers, dragging her through the streets as they pushed through the shadows, the urgency in his movements palpable. They had no time to waste. They were being hunted, and survival was the only thing that mattered now. There was no room for hesitation. No room for mistakes.
• Amara’s chest heaved as her breath came in short, frantic bursts. The city, once familiar, now felt like a labyrinth of danger, each corner potentially hiding another threat. The streetlights flickered above them, casting long shadows that seemed to move with them, as if the city itself was alive and watching.