It felt like flying as Xavier raced down the mountain with inhuman speed. Wind stung my face, my heart pounding wildly. I clung tighter, too afraid to look at the jungle below, only praying to reach the ground—and escape the man I hated most.

The moment we landed, I slid off his back and hurried away. Xavier’s sharp eyes shifted toward the road, where a car waited.

“Let’s go,” he said, already moving, never asking—always leading.

We walked in silence until a narrow trail caught ...