Kael barely felt the bruises on his body as he pushed forward, each step fueled by sheer willpower. The moon was sinking lower, casting long, eerie shadows between the trees. Every moment that passed without Sienna by his side felt like a blade twisting in his gut.
Darius kept pace beside him, his breathing still ragged from the earlier fight. His face was battered, his shirt stained with blood, but his eyes burned with the same relentless fire that Kael felt in his own chest.
"We need to figure out where he's taking her," Darius muttered. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his knife. "Elias won't just take her for fun. There's a reason he wanted her alive."
Kael clenched his fists. "He mentioned something..people who want her. That means he's delivering her somewhere." His mind raced. "If we can figure out who, we can get ahead of him."
Darius muttered a curse but didn't argue.
