Isabel POV
The passage reeked of damp earth and rusting metal. My breathing was ragged as I chased the faint echoes of Miguel and Gideon's scuffle, the darkness pressing in on all sides. My grip on the knife was firm, though my fingers trembled.
The sound of a gunshot reverberated through the tunnels, followed by a sharp cry. My heart leapt into my throat, my pace quickening.
But before I could reach the source, a figure emerged from the shadows, staggering toward me.
"Marissa?"
Her name escaped my lips in a whisper, disbelief and fear twisting together.
Miguel POV
Gideon was fast. He darted through the narrow tunnels like a man who knew every twist and turn by heart. I thought he was dead on the floor but he wasn't. The dull throb of my shoulder where his earlier blow had landed was a reminder not to underestimate him.
Finally, I cornered him in a dead-end section of the tunnel. He turned; his face twisted in a sneer.