Chapter 118 The Hunt Begins

• Hailey*****
• The cold night air bit into my skin as we stepped out of the crumbling building, the taste of dust and decay lingering in my mouth. Louise’s words—his mocking laughter—still hung in the air, a dark echo that clung to us like smoke, refusing to fade in the thickening silence. Hollis moved like a man possessed, his hand gripping mine with the kind of strength that warned me not to let go. His pace was relentless, his eyes blazing with fury, but there was something else in them—something darker, something I had never seen before.
• "I won’t let him win," Hollis muttered, the words barely a whisper but filled with a chilling promise. "I won’t let him take them."