LOGINBy the time we reached the outskirts, my hands were still trembling, but not from fear, from the rush, from the need to move, to do something. We found a temporary base in an old mechanic shop that hadnât seen a car in years. Rusted tools hung like trophies on the walls, dust thick enough to write on. Grayson swept for bugs while Lucas went straight to the breaker box and rewired the power like it was muscle memory. I just paced and my thoughts were running faster than my mouth could keep up with. âTheyâre tracking us faster each time,â Grayson said, scanning a device. âWhoeverâs behind this has infrastructure. Serious one.â âThen we take it from them,â I shot back. âFind their server, burn it down, feed them their own data until their systems choke.â Lucas glanced up from the wires, a small grin tugging his mouth. âThatâs my girl.â I ignored the flutter and folded my arms. âSo where do we start?â He tapped a map open on the dust
The air outside felt charged, like the city itself knew something was coming. I hadnât felt this exposed in months,no disguise, no shadows to crawl into, no place to hide behind someone elseâs name. Just me, Ava, out in the open again. Grayson moved beside me, silent but alert, scanning every face that brushed past us like each one carried a secret. Lucas trailed a few steps behind, calm in that unnerving way he had, one hand tucked casually in his jacket, the other holding his phone, pretending not to be tense but I could feel it. We all could. We had been tracing a lead for hoursâan encrypted message Grayson had cracked late last night. Coordinates. A time. A promise of the next piece of the puzzle but the closer we got, the more something in me screamed that it was too neat, too easy. âI donât like this,â I murmured, keeping my voice low as I stepped around a cracked pavement. âItâs too quiet.â Graysonâs jaw twitched. âThatâs exactly what I said ten minu
I was tired of hiding, not the kind of tired that a few hours of sleep could fix. This one lived in my bones â an exhaustion that came from pretending too long, from swallowing my name, my anger, my story. Every disguise, every whisper, every fake smile had been another layer of suffocation and I was done. The sweatshirt on my back wasnât even mine, but it carried the scent of smoke and distance, a reminder of how far Iâd run. My hair, finally loose, tangled in the wind. The chill of dawn stung my skin, but I let it. It reminded me I was still alive.Behind me, I heard Lucasâs footsteps before he even spoke. He always had this way of filling the silence, not loud, not clumsy, but steady, like someone trying to anchor you whether you wanted it or not. âAva,â he said, his voice quiet but edged. âYouâre not thinking this through.â âIâve done enough thinking,â I replied without turning. âIt never helped anyway.â He sighed, that same exasperated breath he
I didnât realize how long Iâd been waiting until the moment my fingers hovered over the keyboard, the plan solid and dangerous in front of me, every detail sharp enough to cut. For weeks, I had hidden, observed, and calculated. Shadows had been my companions,and silence my armor but now, it was time to stop waiting. Time to make my presence felt, carefully and deliberately with all the anger I had bottled up inside. Lucas leaned against the doorway, one hand pressed to the frame, with his eyes assessing every inch of me. The faint twitch of a smile crossed his lips as he noticed my tension, my barely contained energy. âReady?â he asked. His voice was calm, but I could hear the restrained thrill beneath it, a mirrored reflection of my own anticipation. I nodded, biting back a laugh that felt like it might shatter the room if I let it. âMore than ready. Itâs time they start feeling us. That weâre not hiding forever. That every move they think is safe could be our a
The moment the figure collapsed into the shadows, silence pressed down on me, heavy and deceptive, as if the world had paused to catch its breath before chaos resumed. My chest heaved with my muscles trembling from exertion, and my heart still hammering as adrenaline refused to ebb. Lucas sagged slightly beside me, with the sharp edge of his injury which is almost healed, making each movement deliberate and cautious. I caught him rubbing his side with one hand, and his jaw clenched tight enough to cut stone. âTheyâre not done,â I said with my voice barely a whisper, though sharp enough to slice through the quiet. Lucas shook his head slowly, with his eyes scanning the perimeter, and face pale under the dim lights. âI know. Theyâre just regrouping. Theyâll hit again where they think weâre weak. Thatâs always their first assumption.â I let out a short laugh, jagged and raw. âWeak? You think weâre weak?â My voice rose slightly, with a mixture of di
The night stretched on like a taut wire, every shadow a potential threat, and every sound amplified into a warning. My hands tightened around the burner phone on the table, though I knew checking it again would accomplish nothing but spike my anxiety. Even when silent, it felt alive, mocking my attempts to breathe steadily. I could feel the tension in my shoulders, and in the muscles as I forced myself to relax, as if any twitch might betray me to whoever was out there watching. Lucas sat across from me, the wound along his side still tender, but his posture steady, with his eyes alert in the dim light. I noticed how he favored his right side slightly, the way his grip on his coat tightened with each subtle noise outside, and it made my chest clench in a mix of concern and admiration. âWeâre not going to wait for them to act,â he said with the words slicing through the quiet tension like a sharpened blade. âWe take the first move, make them react.â I let his word







