The night wind howled through the empty streets, carrying the scent of sea salt and rust from the old docks.

Rosemary’s breath came in shallow bursts as she stared at the dark road ahead.

Adrian limped beside her, his shoulder still burning from the electric shock delivered by Cassandra’s men.

A black car screeched to a halt near the corner. Damien stepped out, rain glistening on his coat.

“Get in—now!” he shouted, pulling the door open.

Rosemary helped Adrian into the back seat and climbed in beside him. The car sped off, tires slicing through puddles as the sirens and distant engines echoed behind them.

“How did they find us?”...