Docks stretched out in the background, with salt and moisture clinging to the surface.' Juniper's boots were covered in slick wooden planks, and the fog was curving around her ankles. But her heart sank in against her ribs, and she held on tightly to the phone.
The reason for Adrian's imprisonment was her. Without the truth, she couldn't depart. A paused clap was heard in the background.? “Brave little Juniper.”. Juniper's stomach clenched. Victoria Langford. A slim black trench coat, blonde hair pinched in, and a face made of solidified ice as she stepped into the dimness of stifled dock lights. Juniper ingested the terror that was gripping her throat.'". “You sent the note.”. Victoria smirked. “You came alone. How noble.”. Juniper leaned back. "You have to give me something to say.". With her heels racing against the stump, Victoria circled around. Aren't you the hero of this tale, too? With her fingers clasped tightly around her phone, Juniper expressed: "I think you're a bitter woman who has too much time and money for your dad.". Victoria's smile sharpened. Her voice was composed of silk and wrapped around steel, as she said: "I brought him into my world. Every connection. Adrian Sinclair was made to be something... respectable by me. The sound of Juniper's pulse reached her ears. “You framed him.”. Her gaze gleased. "Due to the fact that he required instruction.". Juniper's breath caught. Did his breakup with you lead to the destruction of their relationship? The tone of Victoria's laugh was delicate, almost pity. “Oh, darling. It's never about love. It's about power. He was the perfect match for me and we were meant to be together. These were not some bloody-sucking scientists who were involved in charitable activities. Juniper's throat tightened. “You're insane.”. Victoria's smile flickered. “You're naive.”. A pause. The mist had become thicker around them. With a heart-pounding struggle, Juniper changed her weight. What is the reason for me hearing this? [Laughter]. Victoria's head tilted. You won’t be able to go anywhere without death.' Juniper's breath caught. A glint of silver. Victoria's pocket contained a small, sharp knife that was deadly and easily accessible. Juniper's stomach clenched. “Put that away.”. Victoria's smile didn't budge. “You came for the truth. I'm giving it to you.”. Juniper's mind raced. With the hope that Victoria wouldn't notice, she flicked her thumb against the record button on her phone. “I've your confession.”. The device caught Victoria's attention instantly.. Her lips curved with a dangerous, slow smile.' "I'm curious, my dear friend, will you come across that?". Juniper's pulse spiked. “Adrian will.”. Victoria's smirk vanished. Lightning split the sky. Thunder was heard far below the surface.' The knife glinted as Victoria approached. It’s so easy he won’t even know you were there. Juniper pressed her heart into her chest. Think, Juniper. Slowly, she retreated, her boots against damp wood. Adrian would know.’ Her voice cracked, but she kept it steady: ‘He’ll come and look for me.... Victoria's smile stretched wider. “Let him.”. Juniper's breath caught. Another step back. Ice-cold water was gushing below the dock's edge as she stood behind her. No way out. Victoria lunged. Juniper dodged, the blade extending inches from her. The blade was sharp. Her stumble resulted in her getting caught up on the slippery railing. Victoria swore that she would "fight back" and said, "Let's make this an interesting topic.". Juniper's heart pounded. She had no weapon. No plan. But she had the recording. She twisted her fingers around the phone. Stall. She couldn't stop saying "You're pathetic.". Victoria's eyes flashed. Is it your opinion that you are superior to me? “I know I am.”. Victoria's face twisted. Another lunge—wild, fast. With a lethal knife in its pocket, Juniper crouched down. "A pitiful Juniper, Victoria's voice was quiet and still. She had a bad breath." The songbird looked off-beat. Adrian doesn't love you. He's utilizing you in the same way that he used me.". Juniper's stomach twisted. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. “You're lying.”. Victoria's smile stretched thin. “He told me everything. Someone who was easy to manipulate and calming was what his eyes required. Juniper's heart was breaking, but she put the questioning aside.? “He wouldn't—”. “He did.”. Another step forward. Juniper’s back against the cold metal railing. No more ground to give. Victoria leaned back, her mouth tightly against Juniper's ear. Believe it or not, he loved you. Her ribs were crushed with excitement as Juniper ran. Think. The phone became her only escape. The recording. That was her only leverage. Her only way out. Juniper muttered, "You're not right." She then held Victoria's gaze. "He has affection for me.". Victoria's smile flickered. Doubt. A crack in the ice. Juniper seized it. “He chose me.”. Victoria's nostrils flared. “I made him.”. The phone pressed harder against the thumb of Juniper.'". Why do you feel so anxious about the possibility of losing him? Victoria's hand twitched. Juniper lunged. Victoria's shoulder caused a knife to hit her ribs, leaving the dock with clattering blade. Victoria shrieked—high, sharp. Jipper swooped as his feet ran onto wet wood. With her nails dragging down her arm, Victoria was pulled back.? The phone of Juniper fell onto its ground and slid into the darkness. “No!”. Victoria tightly wrapped her hand around Juniper's throat. “You ruined everything.”. Victoria's wrist was being groaned at by Juniper. Stars burst behind her eyes. “I… have… the recording.”. Victoria's grip faltered—just enough. Juniper wrenched free, coughing. The phone was grabbed by her in a hurry. Victoria lunged—. Swinging like a weapon, Juniper spun. It cracked against Victoria's temple. The woman stumbled, knife forgotten. With her chest squatting, Juniper stumbled to her feet. Sirens wailed in the distance. The sound caught Victoria's gaze. “No.”. Juniper's hand shook as she lifted the phone. “Game over.”. Victoria's mouth opened—then snapped shut. Footsteps pounded on the dock. Flashlights cut through the mist. “Juniper!”. Adrian's voice—raw, desperate. Juniper's knees buckled. He came. The two women looked each other up and down, Victoria's chest rising swiftly. “It's not over.”. The grip of the phone tightened for Juniper. “Yes, it is.”. Her arms were wrapped around her by Adrian. Juniper sagged him, taking in his breath. The truth was out. Victoria was finished. Despite the sirens screaming loudly, Juniper couldn't shake it. This was only the beginning.The knife was so close to Adrian's head that it appeared to be swinging towards him. Instinct took over. After a lung, he knocked off the weapon that Nathan had held by leaping. Its blade rippled across the wooden floor and then stopped just near the feet of Juniper. All things seemed to slow down for one breath.' Then Juniper moved. She swung the knife, her fingers barely touching the handle until—as in when she had to turn. Bang! The door slammed open. A man entered the building, his broad frame obscuring what little light was visible in the stormy area.' He didn't hesitate. As he lifted his arm, the metal flashed in front of him. Gun. “Drop it,” he barked. He spoke with a distinct, unwavering voice that had the aura of authority and the ability to kill in fewer seconds. Juniper collapsed and his fingers were clung to the blade. Then it fell apart. The body of Adrian responded before his mind could even process it. He stood in front of her, shielding her with his own.. A
A loud scream interrupted the storm. Juniper. Her body fell deeply into the waves below, leaving Adrian gasping in despair. He moved when she'd lost her head beneath the surface. No hesitation. No second thoughts. He jumped. The world tilted. Wind roared in his ears. Like knives, rain smeared upon him. Then—impact. The ocean swallowed him whole. An icy stream of air was released from inside him. He was surrounded by darkness, dense and asphyxiating. He stooped with determination, breaking through the surface and taking a whiff of rain and salt. The storm engulfed his voice with the sound of a punch. The waves were relentless, bouncing and curling up, pulling him under the water before gently pushing him back out. Despite the pressure, Adrian persevered by twisting in the water. Where was she? He witnessed lightning glimmers across the sky and thundering through the chaos. Her head bounced up before disappearing under a new surge, just ahead. No. With arms slicing through
“Adrian!”. The fury of the storm was so intense that Juniper's scream could barely make sense. Then—the gunshot. The air was split like lightning by its cracking. Adrian's body jerked. He slipped while gripping the boat's railing.__ His gaze widened as she looked inexplicably startled, and then he fell. Straight into the waves. Her fingers grazed Juniper's skeleton until the sea swallowed him whole, as he said with a loud "No!". Dark water drenched her, a hunger for food.' Her breath hitched. She felt her pulse racing in her ears. Move. Now. She threw herself off the platform. The cold slammed in her chest, sucking up air from her lungs. Salt burned her throat. She flexed her arms against the current. “Adrian!” She gasped, kicking hard. No response. Like a ball of sand, she was torn by the waves. The boat's floodlight glimmered across the surface, but she was left with nothing but darkness. Her heart raced against her ribs.'... He was down there. Sinking. Find him. She
The word lingered in Juniper's thoughts. Run. But she couldn't move. His face looked gray, and Adrian's lips parted slightly as if his desire to talk was more profound. He flopped against the stretcher, his body in an unrecognizable state with only a faint chest rising and falling. As the paramedics pumped through Juniper's pulse, they applied gauze to his gunshot wound, fastened him in, and monitored his vitals. The neck of Adrian was touched by a paramedic. “Although Pulse is weak, he’s still alive.”. Still with us. Juniper exhaled shakily. She had to accompany him. She turned and followed, but an arm suddenly appeared. Her actions were swift to stop.... A uniformed officer. We need your input, Mama. His tone was serene, like the most relaxed voice in the world. What could he say?' With a stoic demeanor, Juniper attempted to push him aside. "No, not at all!". He just told me—”. BOOM! The blast shattered the atmosphere.' The boat slid violently beneath Juniper's feet,
Juniper's blood ran cold. She felt a sharp, shivering sensation in her spine as the words were heard over the police radio. Secure the girl. Everything is lost if Blackwood wakes up. She wasn't deceived by the officer in front of her, as he kept his face blank for the most part. He knew. She was a loose end. Her heart raced against her ribs, each time she beat out a warning drum. Think, Juniper. Think. She directed attention to the helicopter, where Adrian lay strapped to a stretcher, unconscious and helplessly vulnerable. The paramedics were arranging the medical supplies, getting ready to depart. She was not going to be left alone if they did. She had seconds to act. The officer's stance shifted. His hands came dangerously close to the sight of his gun. Miss Hale was a smooth voice. Too smooth. “Come with us.”. No. Every nerve screamed run. They might shoot her before she could take two steps if she fled at this time. She wore a wobbly smile, masking the shaking in her
While Juniper was listening to the helicopter blades whirring in her ears, she could only detect Adrian's breathing. Too late. His words were tinged into her chest as though they had been lifted off her. She whispered, "No, not yet. It's not too late.". Stay with me.”. She grasped his hand, her fingers wrapped around his scaly skin, as if her touch could provide him with stability. Adrian's eyelids flickered. There was a slight growling sound emanating from his lips. "They... can't find it.". Juniper's heart pounded. Find what? With her tongue pressed against the dryness of her throat, she crouched down. "What's up there?". Adrian exhaled shakily. “The files. The proof.”. Her fingers tightened around his. Files? Proof? Her mind was consumed by a warning. This was no longer solely a matter of survival. This was bigger. Dangerous. Deadly. Maintaining her voice required constant effort. "Where is Adrian located?". His hold grew increasingly firm, almost as if he was gathering
A Sky Full of Fire. “Brace!”. Juniper barely had time to react before the world turned into chaos. The first spray of bullets tore through the helicopter's cabin, slicing through seats, ricocheting off metal, and punching holes into the walls. The medic let out a bloodcurdling scream, ducking just in time as a bullet whizzed past his ear. The pilot yelled frantically into his headset. “Mayday! Mayday! Flight 417 under attack! We need immediate—”. The radio cut off in static. Juniper clung to Adrian's stretcher, her nails digging into the fabric as the helicopter veered sideways. Her stomach lurched with the movement. The tail caught fire, flames licking hungrily across the metal. A missile streaked through the air, missing them by inches. The force of the blast sent the helicopter spinning violently. Juniper screamed, her body slamming against the wall. The medic was flung backward, crashing hard against the opposite side. “We're going down!” the pilot shouted. The airc
A Standoff in the Wreckage. Juniper's lungs released in brief, sharp bursts. Smoke suffused her, and the scent of burning fuel was strong enough to bite her. Flames licked the fuselage of the crashed helicopter, crushing its crumbling structure and leaving it gasping for air. And then—that voice. Deep. Cold. Familiar. “Stay where you are.”. Her body moved in a limp state, her hands clasping the sharp metal fragments she had taken from debris. The presence of blood in it was unclear to her, whether it be her or not. He walked forward with an even cuttler, moving through the smoke. Shadows were cast across his face by the fire, which was behind him. Broad shoulders. Sharp jaw. Eyes like ice. Two men, armed with rifles that were raised and steady but dressed in tactical black, flanked him. Juniper's mind raced. Adrian was unconscious. She was outnumbered. But she wasn't helpless. She grasped the metal. Her plan was to hit one of them before the others could react if she lunge
The Warning. “You shouldn't have come here.”. The voice swayed like smoke across the cave. Low. Rough. Hungry. Juniper's breath hitched. She felt the weight of those words shivering against her skin, colder than the damp air inundating around them. She ran around, scouting the dark as it changed. The chamber was spacious and staring out at them, the torchlight illuminating darkened stone walls. Its. They migrated like uncannible spirits, decomposing into hollows, turning shapes into nightmares. Somewhere in the gloom, movement. Subtle. Controlled. Her pulse pounding against her ribs. Adrian's arm protruded in front of her, creating a silent and instinctive barrier. His stance—wide, steady—was pure defense. A wall of quiet fury. When it came, his voice was composed. Too calm. “Show yourself.”. Silence. Then—footsteps. Slow. Measured. They resonated throughout the cave, filling the void between pulses. A person came out of hiding.. Tall. Scarred. Armed. Juniper's muscles
ImpactPain.Juniper’s body slammed into the water like a stone thrown from a rooftop. The impact ripped through her, knocking the air from her lungs in a violent rush. Cold, unforgiving darkness swallowed her whole.The river closed over her head, pressing in from all sides. The weight of it was suffocating, the churning currents dragging her down, down, down into the abyss.Her body twisted violently, spun like a leaf in a hurricane. Her limbs flailed, her lungs screamed.Up. Where’s up?She had no sense of direction, no light to guide her—just the numbing cold and the thunderous roar of the waterfall above.She kicked hard, fighting against the relentless pull of the river. Her muscles burned, her chest tightened. She was running out of air.Then—a burst of light.She broke the surface with a desperate gasp, sucking in air so fast it burned.The waterfall roared behind her, monstrous and deafening. The river wasn’t done with her yet—it dragged her forward, shoving her downstream li
The Fall. Cold. Violent. Endless. Juniper slammed into the water. The impact was brutal, unforgiving. Her body was in agony as it dislodged the air from her lungs. She was being pulled down by the river, which had engulfed her like no other. She was suffocated and cold, with darkness covering her like a veil. Her body was twisted by the force of the current, which caused her to spin like a ragdoll in twilight. Despite her body hurtling with pain, the river's frozen texture tugged on her like a string of iron chains. Up. I need to get up. Her chest gashes, desperately seeking oxygen, yet she couldn't determine which direction to kick. Her sense of direction was lost to the river, leaving only chaos and panic. Wildly, Juniper's arms waving their wings as he held something. Then—a hand. Strong. Unyielding. Familiar. Her wrist was gripped by it, unyielding and relentless, lifting her upwards toward redemption. Adrian. They broke the surface together. Juniper gasped, heaving f
The Jeep plunged. Wind blew through the windshield, biting Juniper's hair and hitting her like a thousand tiny knives. Her stomach flipped violently, causing a sharp, nauseating lurch that sent her packing. Outside, the world shifted into a chaotic blur of trees, rock, and sky. The ground rose excessively quickly.? The Jeep fell to the ground as Juniper's hands searched for something to hold onto, but it was a free-falling metal coffin. The force of her seatbelt caused her to contract an almost fatal injury by biting her ribs. Then—a hard yank. The arm of Adrian was encircling her waist, his strength commensurate with his stiffness against hers. With a hot and ragged breath, he pulled her closer with his hand to touch her cheek. “Brace yourself!”. CRASH. The impact was akin to hitting the spine. Glass exploded. A metal scream came from behind the Jeep as it ran under the canopy, snapping branches like broken bones. The globe swayed in opposite directions, then changed directi
The ExplosionBOOM.The door exploded inward.Splinters shredded the air, slicing through the dimly lit cabin.Juniper barely had time to duck before the blast wave ripped past her, sending a storm of wood and dust flying.Adrian grabbed her, yanking her down. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, shielding her.Gunfire erupted.The walls shook as bullets ripped through the cabin. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and the air filled with the acrid scent of gunpowder.Ethan cursed, returning fire. His gun barked in rapid bursts, each shot precise. “They brought a damn arsenal!”Adrian’s grip on Juniper tightened. “We have to move.”Juniper’s breath came short, fast. Her ears rang from the blast.“They’ll see us,” she gasped.Then—a voice.Deep. Cold. Familiar.“Give it up, Blackwood.”Juniper’s chest seized.Damien.His voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Calm. Unshaken.He was here.Adrian’s jaw clenched. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “Like hell.”Ethan’s gun clicked empty. He m
A Split Second Before ImpactThe SUV hurtled through the air.Juniper’s breath locked in her throat. Weightless.The world slowed.Adrian yanked the wheel, muscles straining, but there was nothing to control.Then—impact.Metal shrieked.Glass exploded.The SUV smashed down, nose-first, onto the pavement below. The force slammed Juniper forward into her seatbelt, knocking the air from her lungs.Adrian fought the wheel, but momentum was against them. The car spun.Juniper’s vision blurred as the world tilted sideways.BANG.They hit the guardrail.The sound was deafening—steel on steel, tires screeching as the car fishtailed out of control.Ethan shouted. “Hold on!”Too late.The SUV tipped.For a terrifying heartbeat, Juniper felt herself floating.Then—a drop.Her stomach plunged.The SUV pitched forward off the road, crashing down into a steep ditch.BOOM.Metal crunched. The impact whipped Juniper sideways, her skull smashing against the window.Pain exploded.Darkness threatened
Juniper’s fingers curled tightly around her phone as she stared at the message on the screen.Unknown Number: You think this is over?A chill prickled down her spine. Her stomach knotted.“Adrian,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “We have a problem.”Adrian’s focus stayed on the road, his hands gripping the wheel like a lifeline. “What now?”She turned the screen toward him. The glow of the text cast an eerie light over his face. His expression darkened instantly, jaw locking, eyes flashing with something cold.Ethan leaned forward from the back seat. “That Damien?”Juniper’s mouth felt dry. “Who else?”Adrian’s fingers flexed on the wheel. His knuckles were bone-white. “He never gives up.”Ethan scoffed. “Yeah, no shit. What does he want now?”Before Juniper could answer, her phone vibrated again. Another message.Unknown Number: See you soon.A shiver ran through her.Ethan let out a low curse. “That’s not ominous at all.”Juniper forced a breath through her nose, ste
“Adrian!”Juniper’s scream barely cut through the chaos.The SUV hurtled between two massive trucks, scraping so close that she swore she heard metal screeching against metal. The blinding headlights swallowed them whole, and for a fraction of a second, time seemed to freeze—her pulse hammering in her throat, her breath caught between terror and adrenaline.Then—BAM!The SUV shot out onto the open road. Behind them, the trucks blared their horns, slamming on their brakes to avoid crashing into Damien’s pursuing vehicles.Ethan clung to the headrest, his knuckles white. “Are you trying to get us killed?”Adrian’s grip on the wheel was a death vise. “If I stop, we’re dead anyway.”Behind them, Damien’s men weren’t letting up. Another blacked-out SUV tore through the intersection, plowing over the curb and speeding toward them like a missile.Juniper turned, her stomach twisting. “They’re gaining!”Adrian didn’t hesitate. “Hold on.”He yanked the wheel right—hard.The SUV skidded, tires
“Go! Go! Go!”Adrian slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The SUV roared forward, weaving dangerously through the tight alleyway as bullets pinged off the metal frame.Juniper clutched the door handle, her knuckles white. “They’re still on us!”Ethan twisted in the back seat, his gun raised. “Yeah, no kidding! Hold this thing steady!”Adrian swerved hard left, nearly clipping a row of parked motorcycles. “Steady? Not an option right now.”Behind them, Damien’s black sedans were relentless, their headlights cutting through the darkness like hunting knives. More gunfire erupted, shattering the SUV’s back window.“Shit!” Juniper ducked. “That was way too close.”Ethan cursed, returning fire. A bullet struck the windshield of the nearest sedan, causing it to swerve. But the driver corrected fast. “They’re not backing off!”Adrian’s grip on the wheel tightened. “We need to lose them.”“You think?” Ethan snapped.Juniper’s heart pounded. The speed. The gunfire. The deafening roar of engines.