The Stepfather's Forbidden Claim
My bare feet cleared the metal stairs, my body falling forward into the freezing Vancouver drizzle.
"Elara!" the marshal screamed behind me, but his voice was cut short as Aisha’s hand shot out, catching the edge of the heavy steel hatch and slamming it upward with a deafening, hydraulic shriek, locking the federal agents inside their own transport plane.
I hit the wet concrete hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs as Julian’s heavy coat bunched around my shoulders. Before I could scramble to my feet, a firm, leather-gloved hand caught my upper arm, pulling me up with a terrifying, effortless strength.
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