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Behind them, the suits didn't follow. The serpent woman smiled.
Tessa looked back up the stairs. The vans were gone. But the woman with the serpent tattoo was standing at the top, arms crossed, patient as a spider.
“They’re coming,” Leo said, his voice unnervingly flat.
“They want the code,” Leo said as they veered into the forest. Pine needles muffled their steps, but the vans had stopped. Now came the soft crunch-crunch of boots on fallen branches. Dozens of them. “The sequence you saw in your dream.”
She grabbed Leo’s hand again. And instead of launching the ship into the stars, she did the one thing the collectors never expected.
“The number,” Leo said. “Say it now.”
His silver eyes held hers. “You’re my sister. You found me in the woods when I had no name. I would follow you anywhere.”
The siren’s wail began not behind them, but below —a deep, tectonic groan rising from the cracked asphalt of the abandoned highway. Twelve-year-old Tessa Vega gripped her little brother’s hand tighter. “Don’t look back,” she whispered.
Behind them, the suits didn't follow. The serpent woman smiled.
Tessa looked back up the stairs. The vans were gone. But the woman with the serpent tattoo was standing at the top, arms crossed, patient as a spider.
“They’re coming,” Leo said, his voice unnervingly flat. run to witch mountain
“They want the code,” Leo said as they veered into the forest. Pine needles muffled their steps, but the vans had stopped. Now came the soft crunch-crunch of boots on fallen branches. Dozens of them. “The sequence you saw in your dream.”
She grabbed Leo’s hand again. And instead of launching the ship into the stars, she did the one thing the collectors never expected. Behind them, the suits didn't follow
“The number,” Leo said. “Say it now.”
His silver eyes held hers. “You’re my sister. You found me in the woods when I had no name. I would follow you anywhere.” The vans were gone
The siren’s wail began not behind them, but below —a deep, tectonic groan rising from the cracked asphalt of the abandoned highway. Twelve-year-old Tessa Vega gripped her little brother’s hand tighter. “Don’t look back,” she whispered.
