Evelyn didn’t look back.

She couldn’t.

Her legs burned, lungs seared with cold night air, but she ran anyway — weaving between shipping containers, slipping on wet pavement, every shadow a threat.

Hale’s voice still rang in her ears. She’d seen him — bloodied, alive. It had given her just enough adrenaline to break through the ring of Doran’s men and vanish into the labyrinth of the docks.

She ducked under a half-collapsed chain-link fence and stumbled into a narrow service ...