Darren’s POVHer eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she nodded.We crept deeper into the woods, every sound amplified, the crunch of leaves, the whisper of wind, the pulse of fear in our veins.Minutes passed. Then an hour, maybe more. The forest stretched endlessly around us, dark and quiet.Finally, when even the distant echoes of the chase had faded, I stopped. My breath came ragged, shoulders heaving.I turned in a slow circle, scanning the shadows.“They’re gone,” I said, the words coming out low, raw.Elara exhaled shakily, sinking to her knees. “Are you sure?”I nodded. “I can’t hear him. I can’t hear any of them.”The silence was thick, heavy, almost mocking. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted.But Ronan was gone. His men were gone at least for now.I stared into the dark, my jaw tightening.“We’re not done,” I muttered.And with that, I grabbed Elara’s hand, dragging her to her feet as we disappeared deeper into the shadows, leaving behind the scent of blood, smoke, and betra
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