Chapter 100

• Lucas
• We burst into the public bathhouse, panting like we just ran a damn marathon. Which, technically, we kinda did. Ten minutes of non-stop running, ducking behind corners, and nearly knocking over a fruit stand…all to shake off my father’s warriors.
• I scan the room, my chest still heaving. Doesn’t seem like anyone followed us. Just a few people scattered around, some on their phones, others chatting quietly, and a couple of homeless folks dozing off in the corners. Thank fuck.