Chapter 12: The Midnight Escape

Arthur and Lyra slipped out of the tavern, their eyes scanning the darkening streets. The moon was rising high in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the buildings.

As they walked, Lyra's eyes darted back and forth, her senses on high alert. Arthur could feel the tension building, the air thickening with anticipation.

Suddenly, Lyra grabbed his arm, her grip tight. "We're being followed," she whispered, her eyes locked on a figure lurking in the shadows.

Arthur's heart skipped a beat. He turned to run, but Lyra held him back. "Not yet," she said, her voice barely audible. "We need to lose them in the crowd."

They quickened their pace, weaving through the crowded streets. Arthur's senses were on high alert, his heart pounding with excitement.

As they turned a corner, Lyra suddenly ducked into a narrow alleyway. Arthur followed close behind, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

They emerged from the alleyway into a deserted courtyard, the moon casting an eerie glow over the scene. Lyra's eyes locked onto Arthur's, a fierce glint in their depths.

"We need to get out of here," she said, her voice firm. "Now."

Arthur nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. They were in grave danger, and he knew that they had to escape – before it was too late.