The words hit harder than they should have.
“My battery’s at two percent—”
My voice cracked as I spoke, trying to keep the connection alive, trying to hold onto him—
But before I could finish—
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The screen went black.
Gone.
Instantly.
Silence swallowed everything.
Darkness pressed in.
Chapter 19
ELENA
My chest tightened violently.
“No—”
My voice came out broken, too quiet to even echo in the confined space.
The trunk felt smaller.
Hotter.
The air thinned with every passing second, growing thick and stale, pressing against my lungs as if it no longer wanted me to breathe.
My head swam.
The combination of blood loss, shock, and fear began to blur everything together.
My thoughts scattered.
How would Vincenzo ever find me now that my phone was dead?
Where were these Spanish rebels taking me?
Was this the moment my life took yet another cruel turn?
My chest constricted as panic set in.
Time stopped making sense.
Seconds stretched. Or collapsed.
Minutes bled into each other.
