Nathan stood firm; his jaw clenched in defiance. "We shouldn't fight, Scarlett," he said, his voice low but firm. "We're outnumbered, and Grayson's men are too well-equipped. We need to run."
Scarlett shot him a sharp look. "And keep running forever? Is that the plan?"
Nathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No. But dying here won't help anyone either."
Before she could respond, Henry crouched low, motioning for silence. "They're closing in," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"We need to move," Scarlett said, her gaze darting to the shadows around them.
Henry nodded, gripping his knife tightly. "Alex and I will create a diversion. Draw them away from your trail."
Nathan hesitated, his eyes narrowing. "That's suicide."
Henry smirked. "Not if you move fast."
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