CHAPTER 096: Out Of Santorini

My heart is beating fast. I lie frozen next to Caspian, staring wide-eyed at the chipped wall where the bullet hit. Before I can fully process the shock, I hear the screech of tires. I glance up, just in time to see a black-tinted car speeding off into the distance.

“Caspian…” I breathe. “Who the hell just shot at us?”

Caspian’s eyes are sharp and focused, scanning the area, his body still tense from the sudden danger. He doesn’t answer right away, too busy calculating, assessing. His face is like stone—determined, angry, but controlled.

“Are you okay?” he finally asks, his voice low, brushing the hair from my face as he checks me for any sign of injury.

“I’m fine,” I manage to say, though my hands are trembling. “But what the hell was that? Who’s after us?”

He doesn’t respond at first, his gaze shifting to the road where the car vanished. “It could be anyone at this point,” he mutters under his breath. “Mabel. Someone else with a grudge. But whoever it was, they’re going to regret th