The cold wind roared in Scarlett's ears as she clung to Nathan's arm, their descent from Grayson's estate seeming endless. The zipline groaned under their combined weight, and for a terrifying moment, she thought it would snap. Behind them, shouts and flashes of light cut through the smoke-filled air, but their pursuers hesitated to follow.
Nathan's voice was steady, though his jaw clenched with tension.
"Hold tight. We're almost there."
Scarlett didn't dare respond, instead she focused on the rapidly approaching rooftop below. Her breath hitched when the line knocked, but before panic could consume her, they landed.
Elias was already there, his movements sharp and precise as he helped them off the makeshift rig.
"No time to waste," he said, glancing at the estate.
"They'll recover faster than we expect."
Scarlett looked around, realizing Serena wasn't with them.
"Where's—"
