The abandoned airstrip stretched endlessly beneath the moonlight, pale silver on cracked asphalt. Every shadow seemed alive, whispering secrets of danger and betrayal, but for once, Lydia and Adrian didn’t care.

They had survived the impossible. They had escaped death, bullets, and lies that had almost torn them apart. Now, in the quiet hum of the night, it was just them—finally, desperately, achingly alone.

Adrian leaned against the hood of the car, eyes scanning the dark horizon. Yet, no matter how alert he appeared, his focus kept drifting back to Lydia. She was sitting on the edge of the cracked tarmac, knees pulled to her chest, the pale moonlight tracing...