Thane’s POVWe walked through a deeper bridge when I spotted a staircase leading to the rooftop. It might be a good place to hide ourselves and stay low for a while. I know we’ve gotten into a big mess, but we have to plan carefully if we want to win.Before we could move, two police sirens echoed along the main street. Their blue and red lights flashed against the walls. They had a full battalion with them, and their faces looked tough and fearless.Theresa’s eyes widened in panic as she screamed my name. She couldn’t believe how terrifying their presence was.“Thane…”“Stay calm,” I whispered, pressing us against the wall.Two police officers ran past the bridge, but one stopped and looked directly our way. I froze. His flashlight beam swept over the wet ground, slowly crawling toward our feet.“Hey!” he shouted. “You two! Stop!”Theresa gasped, and I grabbed her hand. We bolted toward the other end of the bridge, hiding our faces.The officer’s footsteps thundered behind us, follow

Thane’s POVThe air around us felt tight, almost choking, as if my lungs didn’t want to believe what my mind had already accepted.Theresa placed her hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, Thane,” she whispered. “We’ve come too far to back out now.”Paul glanced back at us from the front seat of the helicopter. “You two need to relax,” he said in his deep, calm voice. “Once we land, we’ll get to work. No one will ever trace you again.”I didn’t reply. My eyes were fixed on the city lights below, fading fast as the helicopter rose higher into the cold night sky.Dallas looked smaller from above. Right now, I could feel the chaos, the noise, the people chasing us — all of it shrinking into dust. Finally, there would be peace.Theresa leaned closer to me. “Do you think Dylan really planned this far ahead?”“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “But it feels like he did.”Paul adjusted his headset and looked over his shoulder. “He did, Thane. Dylan was always five steps ahead of everyone. He knew thi

Thane’s POVPaul’s house was deep in the countryside, far from the noise of Paris. His villa was surrounded by old trees and narrow paths. It looked peaceful from the outside, but Paul always said peace could be a disguise for danger.It was already morning. The sun broke through the window curtain, and it always blurred my vision a bit. I could hear footsteps from the kitchen, and I knew Paul was already awake.Theresa yawned loudly and sat up. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”I shrugged. “Not really.”She gave me a weak smile. “You were thinking about the news again.”“Wouldn’t you?” I said quietly. “The man who ruined our lives is still ruling the country. What did you expect?”She nodded slowly. “It will be fine, Thane,” she said, then got up to prepare coffee.Paul called from the kitchen, “You both better come here! Breakfast’s ready!”I walked in and saw a small table set with bread, cheese, and two mugs of coffee. Paul was leaning by the counter, reading a newspaper.“What’s the n

Thane’s POVMorning came slowly with the light sneaking through my eyes, I stretched my arms and looked around.Theresa was still asleep, while been curled up under the blanket, looking peaceful.Paul had said we’d begin some light training today. He believed we needed to stay ready, in case something unexpected happened before the surgery. I wasn’t against the idea, I’d been thinking the same thing since last night.I got up quietly and looked out through the window. Paris was already awake. Cars moved along the streets, people rushed to work, and the smell of bread from the bakery next door floated in through the window.I whispered to myself, “A city so beautiful, yet full of traps.”Theresa’s voice came from behind me, soft and sleepy. “Are you already awake?”“Yeah,” I said, turning to her. “I couldn’t sleep much.”She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “You’re thinking again, aren’t you?”I nodded slowly. “We have to be prepared Theresa. Paul might be helping us, but this city… I can fee

Thane’s POVThe air inside the old train station was really cold and for a while, quite heavy.Theresa was still leaning beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. She had fallen asleep like that—maybe too tired from the stress of the day. I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what Paul had said earlier. He might be wrong or right, but one thing I know for sure—I’m digging deeper to know the secrets Paris withholds.I looked at the small clock on the wall in the small room where we were. It was almost 3 a.m. Paul hadn’t returned yet, and this made me even more suspicious. He said he would be available and come here within an hour.I stood up quietly, being very careful not to scatter anything so I wouldn’t wake Theresa. My mind couldn’t rest, and every little sound outside that I heard felt more suspicious by the minute.Before I could think of what to do next, I started to hear footsteps coming from where I was. I was really confused and didn’t know what to do, but