The Escape [Part - 3]
Without saying a word, they climbed the wall with ease. Nova was the first to reach the top—quick, sure-footed, her dark hair shimmering with the moon like silk.
Leon came after her, dropping down beside her in a crouch. They both fell into the alley on the other side, their boots thudding almost silently on the stone below.
Neither saw the tiny, barely heard click that rang behind them—a sudden movement in the darkness, a quiet intake of breath. A shape remained under the branches of a withered tree, motionless and quiet. Merging perfectly into the shadows, it observed as Leon and Nova disappeared into the darker cover of night.
The street was deserted. For a moment, it seemed that the world had been reduced to only the two of them.
And then Leon laughed.
It was low and satisfied, a rough chuckle that shook his chest as he looked back at the looming shape of the estate.
