The forest seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as we moved further away from the clearing where we had left Martha. Lucas's team led us through the dense trees with practiced ease, their presence a reassuring barrier between us and the dangers lurking in the shadows. I clutched Ava close, my mind racing as I tried to process everything that had happened. Martha's betrayal, Ferraro's relentless pursuit—it felt like a storm I couldn't escape, no matter how far we ran.
But for now, we were safe.
Lucas himself was waiting for us at the edge of the forest, his expression tense but softening as he saw us approach. He pulled me into a brief, firm embrace, his relief evident. "I'm glad you made it out, Alice. I was starting to worry."
I nodded, my voice shaky. "Thank you, Lucas. I don't know what we would have done without you."
He released me, his gaze shifting to Ava, who clung to me, her small face pressed against my shoulder. "She's safe now. You both are."