They didn't go home.
They couldn't.
The hunters knew where they lived. Knew their names. Knew everything.
Instead, they went to the one place Aarav thought might be safe: the roof of the school. It was exposed, vulnerable—but the hunters wouldn't expect them to go somewhere so obvious.
Sometimes the best hiding place was in plain sight.
They sat side by side against the low wall, looking out at the city lights.
Kavya was shaking.
Not from cold.
From adrenaline.
"We can't go back," she said. "Either of us."
"I know."
"Your family—"
"I'll figure something out."
She turned to look at him. In the darkness, her eyes were bright.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I never should have come to Delhi. I never should have found you. This is my fault."
"Stop."
"I dragged you into this—"
"You didn't drag me anywhere. I chose to help you. I choose to help you. Every day. Every moment."
"Why?"
"Because you're worth it."
She stared at him.
"Even now? After everything?"
"Especially now."
She leaned her head against his shoulder.
And for a while, they just sat there.
Two kids with impossible abilities.
Two kids who had just escaped death.
Two kids who were falling in love.