Jacob stared into the dim tunnel ahead, a strange sense of déjà vu creeping over him.
Another escape. Another desperate run for their lives.
The irony? This whole mess had been set in motion by none other than Sophia Hayes—the very woman he'd once risked everything to save.
Up ahead, a faint light began to glow. They were nearing the end of the tunnel.
Outside, the Angeles National Forest lay cloaked in winter's touch. The trees were bare, their golden leaves scattered across the forest floor. A cold wind swept through, sending the brittle leaves swirling into the air like butterflies in a frantic dance.
Sunlight filtered through the branches in thin, golden threads, casting a patchwork of light and shadow across the ground.
Nathan burst out of the darkness first, blinking against the sudden brightness. He squinted, scanning the area.
"We made it out!"
