Chapter 98 The Price Of Power

• The night was thick with fog, swallowing the city lights in a ghostly haze. Clara pressed her back against the cold brick wall of the alley, her breath shallow, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She could hear the distant wail of sirens, cutting through the silence like a predator hunting its prey.
• They were looking for her.
• Bernard stood a few feet away, his face cast in shadows. “We have to move. Now.”