The Winter Knows No Frost
There was no guilt, only a smug glint of triumph.
This was their choice, immutable across lifetimes.
The blade's chill deepened, but I stayed calm until sirens wailed outside. The kidnappers panicked, shoving me aside to flee through a hidden passage.
Neal paused, casting a fleeting glance back at the warehouse, but their footsteps eventually faded, leaving me behind.
The sirens grew louder, and I took a deep breath. These chains that bound me for two lives finally shattered.
During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face.