Kimberly
The morning light did nothing to chase away the weight pressing down on my chest. Sleep had barely come to me, and when it did, it was restless, filled with images of Kendrick’s piercing eyes and the suffocating feeling of being trapped once again.
I sat at the small wooden table in the cabin, my hands wrapped around a cup of lukewarm tea. Aiden had already been up for hours, ensuring our surroundings were secure. He was paranoid—and for good reason.
Kendrick had been clear with his words.
Because we both knew that Kendrick wouldn’t stop.
I had barely escaped Philadelphia without being caught, slipping past his guards and evading his endless reach. But deep down, I knew this wasn’t over.
Aiden entered the room, his face unreadable. “There’s movement in town.”
I stiffened. “
