Chapter 155 The Final Hour

• Samantha’s POV
• As we gathered around a small fire, fearful of even this little flame in the dark, the weight of the night fell over us. The silence broke only sometimes with the odd crackle of the fire; it was thick and uncomfortable. Since we had fled Adam and his men, we had not spoken much. Everybody was carrying something—a secret, a worry, a wound.
• But tonight was different. I could sense it in the air, a boiling urgency under the calm. I turned around to see Lena healing her bruises, Victor focusedly sharpening a stick, and Adrian staring into the flames lost in his own thoughts.