Rosalie’s POV

The rain picked back up as Damian and I ran around the exterior of the capital. It was pouring so hard I could hardly see where we were going, but I kept my eyes on him and forced my feet to keep moving forward.

Faltering at this point wasn’t an option. I had to keep going—for my baby’s sake, and for my own.

According to the plan, we needed to get out of Mirage first.

“This way,” Damian said, ushering me toward a small door in the ground. It reminded me of the cellar ...