Chapter 73: The Cove’s Betrayal

At dawn, we push through dense foliage toward the cove. Zach peers ahead with binoculars, then curses. The boat is there—but so are multiple armed figures on the beach, scanning the treeline.

Marta grits her teeth. "Could be Vasquez's men or local bandits. Either way, we can't just waltz out there."

Elena and I exchange a terrified glance. Our path to freedom is compromised. Another wave of despair hits me—every route is blocked by violence.

Zach suggests a pincer move: he'll snipe from the ridge while Marta flanks. We hunker down, hearts hammering. The plan is half-baked, but it's all we have. Elena grips my hand, lips pale. "We can't turn back again," she whispers.

I nod, adrenaline surging. If we fail, this might be our final stand.