The hum of the engine filled the quiet space inside the SUV as Damien drove through the early morning light. Annie glanced back at Ryan, who had fallen asleep again, his small chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.
She had been quiet since they left the scene of the attack, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she turned to Damien, her voice barely above a whisper.
"How did you find us?"
Damien's eyes remained focused on the road, his jaw tight. For a moment, she thought he wouldn't answer, but then he spoke, his tone controlled and measured.
"I never left."
Annie blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean?"
"Chris saw you leaving," Damien explained, his voice steady. "He called me immediately at the airport. By the time I caught up, you were in trouble. We chased after you, and when I saw the rogues surrounding your car, I knew I couldn't wait any longer."
