Genevieve didn't answer right away. She sucked in deep, shaky breaths, exhaling slowly as if trying to clear her lungs of some invisible weight. "We... we're free," she managed to say, her voice trembling. Her eyes darted around, taking in their surroundings—the dirty alley replacing the chaos of the restaurant. "We escaped?" she asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and relief.
"As you can see," Adrian replied dryly, his usual deadpan demeanor returning. He made to step back, to put some distance between them, but his body betrayed him, causing him to stagger slightly, his back hitting the nearest wall as he struggled to stay upright.
The sight of Adrian, usually so composed and unshakable, grimacing in pain snapped Genevieve out of her daze. Her mind raced, piecing together the events that had led them here. She remembered the gunshot, the chaos, and the moment he'd been hit as her eyes dropped to his arm that was stained with blood.
