Ivory_Smart_2462

When a global mutation crisis grants people extraordinary abilities, Elias finds himself with one of the rarest gifts—healing. But instead of being a hero, he becomes the most wanted man on the planet, hunted by governments, mercenaries, and power-hungry elites who see him as a tool for immortality.  

Determined to live on his own terms, Elias flees, using his abilities to help those in need while staying under the radar. But survival gets complicated when a cold, lethal ex-mercenary named Kieran Wolfe offers him protection—for a price.  

As enemies close in and secrets unravel, Elias must decide: keep running, or place his trust in a man who might just be more dangerous than those hunting him.

The enigmatic healer

Eliana sat cross-legged on the worn-out couch, staring at the dust motes swirling in the golden light filtering through the broken windows. She hadn't slept. Not really. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the bodies Kieran had left behind. The way he had moved—silent, efficient, ruthless.

She pulled her cloak tighter around herself. The warehouse was cold, but it wasn't just the chill that made her uneasy.

Kieran was across the room, checking his weapons with his usual quiet focus. She studied him for a moment. His movements were controlled, deliberate. There was no hesitation, no wasted effort. He had probably done this a thousand times before.

She swallowed hard. *Who exactly is this man?*

Eliana cleared her throat. "So… what's the plan?"

Kieran didn't look up. "You tell me."

He set down a knife, finally meeting her gaze. "You're the one they want. You know how they think, what they'll do next."

The people hunting her—whether it was the King's men, bounty hunters, or something worse—wouldn't stop. She was too valuable. A healer who could cure anything? She was worth more than gold.

She rubbed her temples. "They'll be tracking the bodies. The moment they realize I was there, they'll lock down the city."

Kieran nodded. "Then we leave before that happens."

Eliana hesitated. "But where? Running only buys us time."

Silence stretched between them. Kieran didn't offer false reassurance. He just watched her, waiting.

Eliana exhaled. "I know a place. A village near the river. It's small, out of the way. If we can get there, we can disappear—at least for a while."

Kieran tilted his head slightly. "You sound uncertain."

She chewed her lip. "Because I am."

The village she was thinking of… it was where she had once hidden before. Where people had helped her. If she went back, she would be putting them at risk.

But she didn't have many choices.

Kieran studied her. "We leave at sunset."

But just as she was about to relax, a sharp sound outside made her freeze.

Her eyes snapped to Kieran, but he was already moving, silent as a shadow. He pressed himself against the wall, hand on his dagger.

Eliana's heart pounded. *Had they found them already?*

Another set of footsteps. Then a low murmur.

Kieran moved to the broken window, peering through the crack. His expression remained unreadable, but the tension in his posture told her everything.

Eliana swallowed hard, gripping the edges of her cloak.

**no where is safe **

no where is safe