We hunt it.
“Get me every secondary structure within a ten-mile radius,” I say. “Warehouses, private clinics, anything off-grid.”
Lucas is already moving. “On it.”
The vehicle takes off.
We’re not done.
Not even close.
Olivia
The dark isn’t as deep now.
It shifts.
Softens.
Something pulls at me again.
Stronger this time.
Voices.
Not far away anymore.
Closer.
“…stay…”
Russ.
Always him.
I try to move.
Something responds.
Barely.
A flicker.
Pain follows.
Sharp.
Real.
Good.
Pain means something.
Means I’m still—
Here.
The thought settles slowly.
