Chapter 25

The city felt different under the weight of their secrets. Every flickering streetlight, every passing car, every distant sound felt like a threat. Lily's mind raced as she followed Elias through the empty streets, her heart hammering with a mix of fear and determination.

Langley was the key.

If he was still alive, he could tell them what their father had uncovered. He could explain why she was being hunted. And maybe—just maybe—he could give her the truth she had been denied for so long.

Elias led her into a rundown apartment complex on the edge of town. The building was silent, its windows dark, as if abandoned. But the way Elias moved—the way he scanned the shadows before stepping inside—told her otherwise.

"Where are we?" Lily whispered.

"A safe house," Elias muttered, unlocking a door on the second floor. "Or at least, it used to be."

The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room. Old newspapers were scattered across the table, red strings connecting photographs pinned to the wall. It looked like something out of a crime documentary.

Lily stepped closer, her breath catching when she saw a familiar face.

Their father.

A black-and-white photo of him was pinned at the center, surrounded by images of missing people, crime scenes, and what looked like confidential reports. Some pages had been marked with bold red Xs. Others had notes scribbled in the margins.

"He was onto something big," Elias murmured, standing beside her. "Something bigger than we ever imagined."

Lily ran her fingers over the papers, trying to make sense of the chaos in front of her. "And Langley was helping him?"

Elias nodded. "They were working together—until our father died. After that, Langley disappeared."

Lily swallowed hard. "Then if we find Langley, we find the truth."

Elias hesitated. "Or we find more danger."

Before Lily could respond, a sudden noise echoed from the hallway.

Footsteps.

Her breath hitched. Elias's eyes darkened, and he silently pulled a gun from his holster.

Someone was coming.

Lily's pulse thundered in her ears as the footsteps stopped right outside the door.

Then—

A single knock.

Elias didn't move. Lily held her breath.

Another knock, louder this time.

Elias finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "Who is it?"

A pause. Then—

"It's me."

Lily's eyes widened. That voice—

Noah.

Without thinking, she rushed forward and yanked the door open.

Noah stood there, battered and out of breath, his shirt stained with blood. But his eyes—intense, desperate—locked onto hers.

"They know," he said, his voice urgent. "They know where you are."

The air turned to ice.

Elias grabbed Noah and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind him. "How?"

Noah wiped the sweat from his brow. "I barely got out alive. They have people everywhere. We need to move—now."

Lily's stomach twisted with fear, but she forced herself to stay calm.

"We can't run forever," she said, gripping the edge of the table. "We need to find Langley. He's the only one who can tell us what's really going on."

Noah met her gaze. "Then we better find him fast."

A distant sound—car doors slamming, footsteps approaching the building.

They were out of time.

Elias grabbed a bag from the floor and tossed it over his shoulder. "We go out the back."

Lily nodded, her heart pounding.

They had no choice now.

It was time to stop running—and start fighting for the truth.