Chapter 26: Echoes Of Survival II

The Drive

The world felt quieter in the dead of night, but it was a deceptive kind of silence. A stillness that hummed with the possibility of unseen eyes and unheard whispers.

Celine adjusted her grip on the wheel, her fingers aching from the tension of the last few hours. The truck hummed beneath her, steady despite the worn road stretching ahead. Cleo was beside her in the truck the power bike careful tucked at the back of the truck now, silent, her gaze fixed on the dark expanse outside the windshield. They had left the chaos of the farmer’s market behind, but the echoes of it still clung to them—the adrenaline, the sharp tang of blood, the phantom sensation of eyes tracking their every move.

A soft vibration from Celine’s pocket pulled her back into the moment. She fished out her phone, the screen casting a dim glow across her face. A single message from Catherine.

Are you coming home?

Celine exhaled, pressing her lips together before typing back.

Late. Stay sharp.