FRACTURED LOYALTIES

Emilia's POV

The air is heavy with anxiety, every breath I breathe smelling like smoke and ash. My hands shake as I push them against the stone wall, my pulse beating in my chest. Enzo stands close to me, his eyes scouring the murky lane for any indications of activity. We've been fleeing for what feels like hours, but the danger hasn't eased up. They're chasing us, and it's only a matter of time until they find us again. 

"Are you okay?" Enzo's voice is low, hoarse with tiredness. He doesn't take his eyes off the alley, but his hand finds mine, pressing firmly. 

"I'm fine," I fib, pushing the words out. My body is screaming in protest—every cut, every bruise telling me how close we were to death. "You?" 

"Alive," he adds, his gaze shifting to mine for just a minute. "That's enough for now."