Reina sat huddled against the cold, rough stone wall of their temporary refuge, her body trembling with an amalgamation of fear and exhaustion.
The dim light from the single flickering candle cast eerie shadows across the room, and the night outside was thick with an oppressive silence that only amplified her anxiety.
She could hear the distant hoot of an owl and the occasional rustle of leaves, but these sounds offered little comfort.
"Do you think they are still after us?" Xenia's voice broke the silence, her tone betraying a hint of the same worry that gnawed at Reina's insides.
"They are far behind," Lyra replied, her voice steady and resolute.
"But I am certain he would never stop till he finds us."Reina's heart skipped a beat.
"Would he search here?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, laden with dread.Lyra met her gaze, her eyes filled with a determined calmness.
