Alicia frowned as she heard his voice in her head.
Her gaze immediately flickered toward Adrien. His expression had not changed one bit.
He stood exactly where he was, hands still buried in his pockets, dark eyes fixed on her with that same unreadable stare.
For a brief moment, uncertainty crept into her.
Was I seeing things?
Was I hearing things?
The thought came and went just as quickly. Her mind was hanging by a thread. She had been running for what felt like hours. Hunted, injured, forced to kill people over and over again, pushed beyond every limit she possessed.
Her shoulder felt like it had been ripped apart. Her entire body was drenched in blood, some hers, most not. Exhaustion clawed at every corner of her mind until even reality felt fragile.
Perhaps she was imagining it. Perhaps the blood loss was finally getting to her, but the moment her eyes found Adrien again, every coherent thought scattered. The world seemed to blur around the edges.
