Aiden's grip on the device tightened as his eyes scanned the message again. His mind raced—there was no telling what that woman had in store for them, but one thing was certain: they were not safe. Not by a long shot.
"We need to move," Aiden said, his voice low but urgent. "Now."
Serena's heart hammered in her chest. They'd been running from shadows long enough, but now it seemed the shadows were catching up to them. "Where do we go?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loud might invite disaster.
Aiden didn't answer immediately. He was already heading toward the door, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The storm outside had intensified, but they couldn't afford to stay put. The woman was dangerous, and the clock was ticking.
"We'll head to the safe house," Aiden finally said, his tone firm. "It's the only place we can lay low and figure this out."
Serena nodded, though doubt still lingered in her mind. The safe house had been their fallback plan for months. They had trained for this moment, prepared for any eventuality. But nothing could have prepared them for the relentless pressure that was now bearing down on them.
The road ahead was uncertain, and it seemed every step they took only led to more questions. The device in Aiden's hand buzzed, pulling them both out of their thoughts. He glanced at it, then handed it to Serena.
"Your turn," he said.
Serena took the device, feeling the weight of it as she read the message on the screen:
"You have one hour. After that, everything changes."
She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. What did that mean? What was going to change in an hour?
"We don't have much time," Aiden said, his voice sharp. "We need to get moving. Now."
The urgency in his voice snapped Serena into action. They grabbed their bags and weapons, then rushed out of the cabin into the blinding storm. The wind howled, and the rain came down in sheets, but they pushed forward, determined to reach the safe house before the storm wasn't the only thing they had to worry about.
The journey was difficult. The forest was dense, the path barely visible through the thick rain, but Aiden led the way with a certainty that Serena couldn't help but admire. They had been through worse—this wasn't the first time they'd been in dangerous territory. But something about this felt different.
As they trekked through the trees, Serena couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The feeling crept up on her slowly, but once it settled, it was impossible to ignore. She looked over her shoulder, but there was nothing there—just the dark, stormy night.
"Aiden," Serena said, her voice tense. "Do you feel that?"
Aiden didn't answer right away. He was focused on the path ahead, but Serena could see the subtle shift in his posture. He, too, was aware of the danger.
"We're close," Aiden said finally, his voice tight. "Just keep moving."
But even as he spoke, Serena could feel the weight of the situation growing heavier. Something was off. And it wasn't just the storm.
The wind howled louder, a sharp, cold gust pushing them off course. Serena stumbled, her foot catching on a root hidden beneath the wet leaves. She cursed under her breath as she caught herself, but it was enough to break her concentration. That was when she heard it.
Footsteps. Coming from behind them.
Her heart skipped a beat. She whipped around, her pulse racing, but again—nothing. The forest was still, save for the sound of the rain beating against the trees.
"Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Aiden's eyes narrowed as he scanned their surroundings. "Stay alert. We're not alone."
Serena felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. This wasn't just a feeling anymore—it was real. They were being followed.
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They pushed forward, the weight of each step making the air feel thick and heavy. But every time they looked back, the footsteps were there, just beyond their reach, always a fraction of a second too far to catch a glimpse of who—or what—was following them.
Then, just as they neared the edge of the forest, a figure emerged from the shadows, blocking their path.
Serena's breath caught in her throat. The figure was tall, cloaked in a dark, weathered jacket that blended seamlessly with the night. The hood was pulled low over their face, but the faint outline of a weapon could be seen strapped to their side.
"Who are you?" Aiden demanded, his tone cold.
The figure didn't answer. Instead, they stepped forward, moving with an eerie silence that made Serena's stomach twist.
"Get out of the way," Aiden warned. He raised his weapon, prepared for a confrontation, but the figure remained still.
Serena felt the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. This wasn't just some random person. This was someone who knew exactly who they were. And worse—this person wasn't afraid of them.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be," the figure said, their voice low and gravelly. "You're out of time. She's coming for you. And there's nowhere left to run."
Serena's mind raced, the puzzle pieces clicking into place. The woman. She had sent this person. But why?
"What do you want?" Aiden asked again, his gun still trained on the figure.
The figure's lips curled into a cold smile. "I'm here to make sure you don't reach the safe house. I've been paid to stop you."
Aiden's eyes burned with fury. "You think we're just going to let you stop us?"
The figure's smile widened. "It's not about what you want. It's about what you need to face. And trust me, this is far from over."
Before Serena could react, the figure lunged forward, a blur of motion that took them both by surprise.
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End of Chapter 9.
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