No mercy

We didn't get far before they found us again.

"Move!" I barked, pushing the group forward.

The mist was thick, but it wasn't hiding us anymore.

"Professor…" Mira's voice was tight, her eyes scanning the shifting fog.

"Yeah," I muttered. "I feel it."

They were close.

Julien's grip on his sword tightened. "They're not giving up."

"Of course not," I muttered. "They want the damn scale."

Leo was moving better now, but I wasn't sure how long that would last. Wallace was barely standing, and Felix was struggling to keep him upright.

"Felix," I murmured.

"I'm fine," he muttered, though his face said otherwise.

Damn it.

"Just hold on," I murmured. "Almost out."

"Not quite."

That voice.

I didn't need to turn.

"Elias," I muttered under my breath.

"Miss me?"

Bastard.

We turned—and there they were.

The second search team.

Ten of them.

Armed.

Ready.