Claire's chest heaved as they sprinted through the dark alleyways, her adrenaline still coursing from the close call with the false agent. The betrayal had come dangerously close to ending everything, but her instincts had saved them—this time. Clarke was playing a much more intricate game than they had anticipated, and it was clear that the stakes were even higher than they thought.
Mitchell's grip on her arm was firm but steady as they ducked behind an abandoned building. He pulled her close, his breath ragged, but his eyes were sharp and calculating.
"We can't stay here," he murmured, glancing over his shoulder. "They'll be scouring the city now, and that gunshot will have every cop and thug in a five-block radius sniffing around."
