"We're not done, Ayla. You hear me?" she whispered, leaning down closer, her lips brushing against Ayla's hair, wishing for a sign of life.
Ayla didn't respond, but her warm skin gave Aylin a thread of hope to hold onto, like a flicker of fire in the dead of winter.
Finally, Aylin managed to push herself back up, noticing flickers of light ahead. Just as she was about to step forward, she heard footsteps approaching. Heart racing, she ducked behind the wall, carefully laying Ayla beside her and gripping the gun tightly.
As the footsteps grew louder, Aylin's heart pounded. She then heard voices, familiar ones. Shock coursed through her as she recognized one of the speakers. It was him!
The two guards, Jax and the older one, Jane, were with Liam.
Aylin thought to herself, "What is he doing here?"
Jax, Jane, and Liam moved silently, their boots making no sound.
