Ava's POV Still, the wave of adrenaline that coursed through my veins once the woman vanished had not subsided. As I bent close to Jackson, my heart was racing and my breath came in little bursts. Although his arm was bleeding heavily, his demeanor stayed austere and deliberate; the sting of the cut hardly registered against the weight of what had just happened. The twins. They were quite close, yet she had vanished once more.My voice stronger than I felt, I added, "I'll get the first aid kit."Jackson shook his head to gently stop me by holding my wrist. "It's simply a scrape." We have no time for that.I argued, "Jackson, you need to take care of it," but I knew he was correct. The cut was shallow, so it wouldn't slow him down as long as we didn't waste time.Pulling himself upright, he said, "I'm fine." His eyes fixed on the door the woman had vanished from, his ideas probably racing with the same haste that had my gut knotted."We have to move quickly," I remarked, looking towar
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