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Mira’s P.O.V The night was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of rainwater dripping from the roof. The storm had finally passed, but its ghost lingered in the damp air, in the soft rustle of leaves outside the small hut, and in the hollow thump of my heartbeat that still hadn’t slowed since everything happened. Luca was lying on the cot beside the window, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. His face was pale beneath the flickering lamplight, his lips dry, his lashes dark against his skin. He looked fragile—too fragile for the man who had once commanded men with a single word, who had once walked through danger as if he was invincible. But he was alive. And that was enough for now. Alina was curled up against my chest, fast asleep. Her soft breaths tickled my collarbone, her tiny fingers still clutching the edge of my shirt. She’d cried herself to sleep earlier, maybe sensing the tension tha

Mira’s P.O.VThe smoke lingered long after the gunfire had faded. It clung to the air like a memory, thick and acrid, seeping into my skin, into the folds of Alina’s blanket, into everything that was still breathing.We didn’t speak for a long time. Luca and I just stood there, pressed together by instinct more than strength, our hearts still racing in the same broken rhythm. Alina stirred softly between us, her small hand curling into the fabric of my coat. Her warmth reminded me that life still pulsed in this ruined world.“Are you hurt?” I whispered finally, pulling back just enough to see his face.He shook his head once, though the blood darkening his sleeve told a different story. “Just grazed,” he muttered. “They won’t follow us anymore.”I wanted to believe him. But I’d seen the kind of men chasing us. The kind who didn’t stop until there was nothing left to chase.“Come on,” I said softly, slipping my arm under his. “We

Mira’s P.O.VThe forest swallowed every sound except for my heartbeat.It was pounding so violently I thought the trees could hear it too.The air was sharp with cold and smoke, and Alina’s sobs pressed against my chest as I ran, branches slashing at my skin, my breath breaking into fragments. Every step felt heavier, like the earth itself wanted to drag me back to him—to Luca.But I couldn’t.Not when he told me to run.The stream shimmered faintly through the mist, its sound drowning out the echoes of gunfire behind us. I stumbled down the slope, knees hitting wet soil, arms tightening around Alina. She was crying now, her voice small and hoarse.“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I whispered, even when nothing about this was okay. My throat burned from the lie, but I kept saying it anyway. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here.”The stream water was ice-cold when I stepped in, but it masked our tracks. Luca taught me that—how to disappear when the world wanted you gone. I followed its flow north, every mu

Mira’s P.O.VThere was no sound at first.Just a ringing—high, sharp, endless—like the world had shattered beside my ear and the pieces were still falling.Then came the pain.A low, crawling ache behind my eyes, spreading down my spine like cold fire. My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut by dust and smoke. It took everything in me to pry them open.Darkness.Not the comforting kind—this one was thick, suffocating, full of smoke that clawed its way into my lungs.I coughed—once, twice—each breath scraping like sandpaper. The air tasted of ash and burning wood. My palms stung as I pushed myself up from the floor, splinters biting into my skin.Alina.My heart lurched.I didn’t think—I crawled blind through the haze, reaching, searching. My fingers brushed fabric—soft, familiar. I pulled the blanket close, cradling the small body inside.Warm.Breathing.Alive.A sob tore from my throat before I could stop it. “Baby… my baby…” My voice cracked, trembling with relief.But the moment shatter

Mira's P.O.VDarkness settled over us like a living thing.When the lantern died, the silence in the hut thickened until I could hear the faintest tremble of Luca’s breath beside me. The cold pressed in from all sides, damp wood swelling under the lingering storm. Alina shifted in my arms, her tiny cry swallowed immediately by the air, and Luca’s fingers brushed my knee—light, cautious, grounding.We didn’t move.The forest did.Leaves rustled in uneven rhythms outside, too heavy to be the wind. Boots sank into the soaked earth, spreading weight slow and deliberate. Someone was walking the perimeter, pausing between each step as if counting the spaces between the trees.My heart beat against my ribs in a frantic, uneven pattern. I could feel every small tremor under my skin, every thin line of fear running through me. Luca’s breathing tightened, a sharp rasp lodged in his throat. Even in the dark, I felt him straighten instinctively, his muscles tense despite the weakness dragging him