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Chapter 120 - A New Start

Author: Tabitha
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 21:54:36
The Wendell agents must have parked it for extraction—either for the handler or for Eleanor. It didn’t matter. Luck, finally, had dealt him a single card.

He half-carried Ayra to the car, every step jarring his stabbed arm. When he got to the door, he yanked it open with one hand and slumped her into the backseat, her limp body settling with a thud that made him wince. He climbed into the front, hotwired the engine in seconds, and the vehicle snarled awake.

Dust exploded beneath the tires as Lucian pulled away, the SUV tearing across the cracked remnants of a forgotten service road. The sun was already melting into the horizon, casting long shadows that danced with their flight.

Ayra stirred in the backseat. Her head shifted, her lips moved.

"Lucian…?"

His hands tightened on the wheel. He glanced into the rearview mirror and saw her eyes, half-lidded, barely tracking movement.

"You’re safe now," he said quietly. "Just breathe."

"Where…" she whispered, "where are we...?"

"Far from them.
Tabitha

#safety #escape #family #fights #new #start

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