Chapter 40 Run Until We Burn

• The first rush of cold night air hit Raven like a slap as they burst out of the warehouse. Sirens screamed behind them, bouncing off the narrow brick alleyways like a warning they couldn’t outrun.
• Jaxon didn’t let go of her hand for a second. His grip was firm, almost bruising, but it anchored her in the chaos. Every step was a sprint, every turn a gamble.
• “Left!” he barked, and they tore down a side street, their shadows stretching and twisting under the harsh glow of streetlamps.