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The Night of Ashes

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Isabella’s POV

The forest felt endless.

Branches tore at my skin as we ran, roots snagged my boots, and the rain never stopped falling. Every breath burned, and still, Alexander didn’t slow. His grip on my hand was iron—tight, desperate, unrelenting—as if letting go would mean losing everything.

The night was alive with sounds. Thunder groaned. The distant echo of sirens fractured the air. And underneath it all, the hollow beat of our hearts pounded in unison.

When we finally broke through the trees and reached the narrow dirt road leading back to the mansion, my legs gave out. I stumbled to my knees, gasping for air.

“Alexander—” I tried to speak, but my throat was raw, my chest heavy with fear.

He turned, scanning the shadows behind us before crouching beside me. Rain ran down his face, tracing the hard lines of his jaw, mingling with streaks of blood.

“We can’t stop yet,” he said, voice rough. “They’ll follow.”

“Your brother…” I whispered, the word foreign on my tongue. “He’s reall
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