"Julian, what now?" I panted as we ripped through the darkened streets, my legs hardly keeping pace with his.
"Keep running!" he yelled, his hand grasping mine as though I was a lifeline. Behind us, footsteps and voices grew louder. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath ragged as panic clawed at me.
"They're catching up!" I choked out, casting a glance over my shoulder. The shadows of Jasper's men loomed closer, their shouts echoing in the narrow alley.
Julian skidded to a halt at a corner, pulling me flush against the brick wall. He peered around the edge, body tense. "Quiet," he whispered. "They'll hear us."
I bit my lip, willing myself to be silent despite the tremors wracking my body. Julian reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun; the metallic click of the safety being released sent another wave of fear through me.