CHAPTER 115 : HOW ARE YOU, MY LOVE?
Eleanora ran harder the moment she heard him jump down almost half a floor behind her.
Her heels slipped from her hand midway, clattering loudly against the stairs as she rushed downward recklessly.
Her pulse thundered violently in her ears. She couldn't get caught. Not here. Not now. Everything would collapse if Ethan managed to capture her.
Carnage had remained patient because Eleanora herself was the threat. As long as she remained beyond Ethan's reach, there was still restraint around the situation. But if Ethan got her…
There would be nothing left to hold him back.
Eleanora practically stumbled onto the ground floor before rushing outside the building. Cold night air hit her face sharply as she entered one of the narrow side alleys nearby without thinking twice. Her lungs burned painfully now.
She kept turning corners rapidly, forcing herself to remain unpredictable. One alley. Second turn. Third turn.
