Nevara
By the time the gates came into view, I was no longer running on adrenaline.
I was running on something thinner. Something quieter. The kind of drive that doesn’t burn hot, but refuses to let you stop even when everything in your body is begging you to.
The SUV rolled through the entrance without delay, guards already moving aside before I fully slowed. Someone opened my door before I could reach for the handle, but I didn’t register who it was. I was already turning, already reaching for Noah.
He didn’t wake.
Not when I unbuckled him. Not when I lifted him out of the seat and settled his weight against me. His head dropped against my shoulder, his breathing deep and steady, the kind of sleep that only comes after fear finally lets go.
For a brief second, I let myself feel it.
