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Chapter 9: Escape into the Storm

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Kael moved like a shadow through the compound halls.

The key Liora slipped to the guard worked perfectly—

cuffs off, chains silent on the floor.

His skin still burned from the silver, but the pain kept him sharp.

Pain meant he was alive.

No alarms yet.

Guards changing shifts.

Perfect timing.

He slipped past two men smoking in a corner.

One chokehold.

One quick neck snap.

Silent.

No guilt.

These were the same kind who threw him off the cliff.

Outside, rain poured hard.

Cold wind whipped his face.

Freedom tasted like blood and wet air.

But he didn’t run far.

Kael ducked behind a delivery truck, eyes locked on the main door.

Why?

Because of her.

If Liora helped him, she was in danger now.

Vortigern would figure it out.

Question her.

Hurt her.

Kael’s fists clenched.

He couldn’t leave her here.

Minutes dragged.

Then the side door opened.

Liora stepped out, hood up, glancing around nervously.

Alone.

She walked fast toward the gate.

Kael stepped from the shadows.

She froze.

“Kael…”

He grabbed her arm—gentle but firm—and pulled her between two buildings.

“You gave me the key,” he whispered.

She nodded, tears already forming.

“I couldn’t let them kill you again.”

He searched her face.

“Why?”

“You’re marrying Dax in days.”

“You have a life now.”

“A safe life,” she said, voice shaking.

“But not… not the one I want.”

She touched his cheek, fingers trembling over the new scar.

“I never stopped dreaming about you,” she whispered.

“Every night.”

“Your hands. Your voice.”

“The way you looked at me like I was your whole world.”

Kael’s heart slammed in his chest.

He caught her hand, pressed it to his face.

“You broke me, Liora.”

“I know,” she cried softly.

“And I hate myself for it.”

“But seeing you chained… I couldn’t breathe.”

“I had to choose.”

He pulled her closer.

Rain soaked them both.

Her body against his—warm, familiar.

One second they stared.

The next—

Mouths crashed together.

Hungry.

Desperate.

Three years of pain colliding.

Kael backed her against the wall, hands in her wet hair, kissing her like he was drowning and she was air.

She kissed back just as hard, nails digging into his shoulders.

His hands slid down her sides, gripping her waist, then under her jacket.

He cupped her breasts through her shirt, thumbs brushing her nipples.

She moaned into his mouth.

“Kael…”

He broke the kiss, mouth trailing down her neck.

A low growl rumbled in his chest—wolf-deep.

One hand stayed on her breast, squeezing slow, then firmer.

The other slid between her legs, pressing against her through wet jeans.

She arched into him, legs parting.

“Please…”

Not here.

Too dangerous.

Kael pulled back, breathing hard, forehead resting against hers.

“We have to go,” he said.

“Now.”

She nodded fast.

“My car’s outside the gate. I can drive us—”

Boots splashed on wet concrete.

Guards.

Kael grabbed her hand.

“Run.”

They bolted through the rain.

Past the distracted guard.

Straight to her car.

She jumped into the driver’s seat.

He slid in beside her.

The engine roared.

Headlights flared behind them.

Gates opening.

Trucks rolling out.

Liora floored it.

Tires screeched.

Rain blurred everything.

Kael looked at her—

hair soaked and wild,

eyes fierce.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Somewhere safe,” he said.

“The Forgotten have a hideout.”

“An old hotel downtown.”

She nodded and turned sharply onto the main road.

The chase trucks fell back.

They didn’t know the streets like Kael did.

For now, they were free.

Minutes later, they pulled into an underground garage far from the compound.

Both breathing hard.

Silence pressed in.

“What now?” Liora asked.

Kael reached over and cupped her face.

“Now we talk.”

“All of it.”

“No more secrets.”

She leaned into his touch.

“Okay.”

But words could wait.

He kissed her again—slower this time.

Deeper.

They moved to the back seat without thinking.

Rain drummed on the roof as clothes came off fast.

Jacket.

Shirt.

Her bra.

Kael’s mouth found her breast.

She moaned, fingers tangled in his hair.

They came together like coming home after too long apart.

Breathless.

Desperate.

“I love you,” she gasped as her body shook.

“I never stopped,” Kael growled as he followed.

After, they lay tangled in the cramped space.

Rain steady above them.

Liora traced his chest.

“I’ll leave Dax,” she whispered.

“I choose you.”

Kael held her tighter.

Then his burner phone buzzed.

A single message from Kira:

Vortigern knows.

He’s coming for her brother.

Hospital raid tonight.

Kael showed her the screen.

Her face drained of color.

“No…”

“They’re forcing your hand,” Kael said, eyes turning silver-cold.

“If I go back… maybe I can stop it,” she cried.

“No,” he said firmly.

“We stop it together.”

They dressed fast.

Ready to run.

Then—

Headlights flooded the garage.

Doors slammed.

Vortigern’s voice echoed through the concrete.

“Come out, pup.”

“Bring the girl.”

“Or her brother dies first.”

They were surrounded.

Trapped.

The wedding still days away.

But now, a child’s life hung in the balance.

Kael looked at Liora.

She looked back—scared, but steady.

Ready.

Whatever came next, they’d face it side by side.

Even if it meant walking straight into the trap.

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