The nightmare of being hunted began to sink in. Everywhere Lucien ran, they were already there.
The hill, the cave, even inside the manor. No matter how far he went, their voices followed, teasing, echoing through the trees like a killer's lullaby.
Two hours had passed since this sick little "game" began. And honestly? If the Twinster had wanted to end it, they would've caught him in the first ten minutes.
But they were playing. Stretching out his panic for fun.
Lucien had done everything he could think of, ditched his shoes to hide his tracks, controlled his breathing, and kept to the shadows.
But still, there they were. And now, the only thing separating them was a pit of slick, brown mud.
"Just give up already. We win!" Adrian called out, grin sharp as a knife.
Silas rested a hand on Andrian's shoulder, wearing the same smug expression.
"How the hell do you even find me every time? I'm a good hider!" Lucien protested, arms crossed, chest heaving.
