The van lurched forward, the engine's roar cutting through the silence of the night.
Eliza's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, watching the shadows of the forest recede as they left the safe house behind. The road ahead was uncertain, fraught with the possibility of ambush or attack.
As the van navigated the winding road, the tension inside was almost unbearable.
Eliza's hands clenched around the edges of the stretcher, her knuckles white with the strain. Ryle and Jannie were focused on Vaughn, their expressions filled with worry.
Nikolas sat in the front, his eyes scanning the road ahead with a steely focus.
Vaughn's condition was critical, and they had no margin for error.
Ivan and Alexei maintained their vigilance, their eyes sharp for any signs of trouble. The van's headlights cut through the darkness, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own.
