Elena felt a sharp pain in her chest. Tobias, her friend, the one person she had trusted, was working with the men who wanted the book.
"You've been working with them all along?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Tobias didn't answer. Instead, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone in the dark alley. Elena wanted to chase after him, to demand answers, but she knew it was too late. She couldn't trust him anymore.
The men in dark cloaks were closing in. Elena knew she had to leave, and fast. She ran through the city's streets, the rain pouring down, hiding her tears. She didn't know who to trust anymore. But she knew one thing for sure—the book had chosen her for a reason, and she couldn't let anyone take it from her.