Ethan POV The sound of gunshots echoed behind us as I pulled Emily through the hidden passage. My heart hammered against my ribs, not from fear, but from the weight of her small hand in mine."This way," I whispered, leading her down a narrow stone staircase I'd discovered weeks ago.The underground tunnels beneath James's mansion were old, probably built during Prohibition for smuggling liquor. Now they serve a different kind of contraband, human lives.We stumbled through the darkness, our breathing loud in the confined space. Behind us, I could hear James's guards shouting, their voices getting fainter as we went deeper."Ethan," Emily gasped. "I can't see anything."I stopped and pulled out my phone, using its light to guide us. The tunnel stretched ahead, carved from solid rock and lined with rusty pipes."We're safe for now," I said, but kept moving. Every second counted."Julian's dead." Her voice cracked. "He's really dead.""I know." I squeezed her hand tighter. "I'm sorry."
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