He turned to look at her, a question flickering in his eyes.
“If…” Danielle hesitated, biting her lip. “If we make it out of here safely this time, will you promise not to interfere in my life anymore?”
Something in Alexander’s gaze seemed to shatter. He was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. “Alright.”
A sharp pang shot through Danielle’s chest, but she couldn’t tell if it was relief or something else entirely.
Without another word, she ducked into the narrow passageway.
The darkness swallowed her whole, with only the trembling beam of her flashlight guiding the way.
The tunnel was cramped, barely wide enough for one person. Dust and damp hung thick in the air. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding, and behind her, the muffled sounds of Alexander carrying Niki.
Halfway through the tunnel, a sudden crash echoed from behind—a door being rammed open.
Shouts and hurried footsteps followed, men barking orders.
Danielle’s heart leapt into her throat. She moved faster, feet scuffing against the uneven ground.
In the next instant, Alexander caught up and thrust Niki into her arms, urgency sharpening his voice. “Go! Don’t look back!”
She didn’t dare hesitate. Clutching Niki tight, she sprinted forward with every ounce of strength she had left.
The flashlight’s beam jerked wildly, casting frantic shadows.
Behind her, the tunnel shook—someone was chasing them.
She had no idea how long she ran before a faint light appeared ahead.
It was the emergency lamp in the garage.
She burst from the tunnel, spotting Alexander’s car parked a short distance away, its door flung open.
As she started toward it, frantic footsteps pounded behind her.
She glanced back and saw a man in a black trench coat, gun drawn, closing in.
“Get her!” he snarled.
Danielle’s mind went blank, but her body didn’t need orders. She turned and lunged for the car.
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