The car flew down the streets, leaving the chaos of the warehouse far behind, but Isabella's pulse refused to settle. The memory of Mark's cold gaze palpable of danger, tension between her and Leon swirled around in a whirlwind she couldn't run from.
Leon drove in silence, his hands clutched tightly onto the steering wheel. His jaw clenched tightly, with tension oozing off him in waves. They narrowly escaped what was sure to be a fatal situation, and the message was delivered-the stakes were so much higher.
Minutes later, Leon finally spoke; his voice was low, edged with frustration. "That was too close. If they had caught us…
Isabella swallowed hard, the old fear coiling in her chest. "But we weren't caught," she said quietly. "We got what we needed, and we're still here.
