The Safehouse Isnt Safe Youre losing too much blood, Elena says softly, her voice tinged with worry.
Her hands tremble as she carefully stitches the wound on Alexanders arm.
She can feel the tension in her chestthe weight of everything theyve been through.
The adrenaline is wearing off, and now its just them, trying to make sense of the chaos thats still swirling around them.
Alexander grits his teeth, forcing a smile.
Ill survive, he mutters, his voice hoarse, clearly fighting to stay conscious.
Hes pale, sweat glistening on his forehead, but theres determination in his eyes.
We need to keep moving.
We cant stay here too long.
Elena shakes her head, her eyes softening with concern.
Youre not going anywhere right now.
Just let me finish this.
You need rest.
She pulls the needle through his skin carefully, trying to be gentle, but the urgency in her movements betrays the panic shes trying to hide.
Every second spent here feels like a gamble.
Theyre not safe.
Not really.
She finishes stitching up the last part of the wound and presses a clean bandage over it, making sure it stays in place.
She can feel the weight of the silence between them, the knowledge that they cant afford to relax, not even for a moment.
Weve got time, Alexander says, his voice barely a whisper, like hes trying to convince himself.
He leans back, eyes closing for a second.
Rafaels men wont find us here.
Elena doesnt respond immediately.
She looks around the small, dimly lit room, the walls covered in peeling paint, the furniture sparse.
Its a hidden safehouse theyd found through a contacta place meant to be undetectable.
But Elena cant shake the feeling that its just a temporary reprieve.
Rafaels reach is far too wide.
His men are relentless.
She takes a deep breath and sits beside him, watching as he drifts off into a restless sleep.
Hes exhausted.
So is she.
But the exhaustion in her bones isnt enough to make her let go of the worry gnawing at her gut.
She watches over him for a while, her thoughts racing, her eyes darting nervously to the door and the windows.
Its like she can feel the danger closing in around them, suffocating the air in the small room.
But for now, theyre hidden.
At least for the moment.
The night falls, and everything seems too quiet.
Elena eventually falls asleep, her body demanding rest after everything thats happened.
But the night is never as peaceful as it seems.
Shes jolted awake in the dead of night, a sharp instinct telling her somethings wrong.
Her heart races as she sits up, her eyes scanning the room, trying to make sense of the sudden unease coursing through her.
The room is still dark, the faint light of the moon filtering through the cracked blinds.
But something is missing.
The front doorshe can see it in the corner of her eyeis wide open.
Elenas breath hitches in her chest as panic rises in her throat.
She stumbles out of bed, ignoring the dizziness from lack of sleep, and rushes to the door.
Her hand flies out to grab the handle, but its already been opened.

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She steps outside, her heart hammering in her chest, hoping, praying that this is some kind of mistake.
But it isnt.
The front yard is empty.
Silent.
Alexander? she calls out, her voice shaking, but theres no answer.
No sound except the distant rustling of the trees in the wind.
She quickly checks the rest of the house, her heart thumping in her ears.
Hes not in the other rooms.
Not anywhere.
She moves back to the door, her hands trembling as she slams it shut.
What the hell is going on? How did he? Alexander! she calls again, louder this time, a frantic edge to her voice.
Her pulse races as the truth begins to settle in.
Hes gone.
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