Lowell and Nana have finally put enough distance between themselves and Marco’s men. The thick forest stretches behind them, endless and dark, but they don’t stop until they reach a small cave. It’s quiet, hidden, safe enough for the night. But neither of them thinks about rest.

“We ran for hours,” Nana breathes out, her body still trembling. “Are they still following?”

“No.” Lowell stands at the entrance, eyes scanning the distance he uses his heightened sense to detect any ...