Chapter 723

Chapter 723:

“Alright,” I replied, my voice steady even as unease curled in the pit of my stomach.

For reasons I couldn’t quite pinpoint, a gnawing sense of foreboding settled over me. What made it worse was the unsettling heat coursing through my body—an unnatural, smoldering warmth that seemed to flicker to life out of nowhere.

Makenna’s POV:

Finally, I reached the basement. The moment I stepped in, an icy chill swept over me, making the hairs on my neck stand up. I took a deep breath, trying to detect any unusual odors, but there was nothing.

Still, something about the place felt off.

Despite my instincts buzzing with unease, the sight of Martin brought me a wave of relief, and I pushed the discomfort aside for the time being.

Martin was a mess. His clothes were torn, and his face had a few scratches, but thankfully, he didn’t seem to be seriously hurt. I rushed over to him, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned him for any obvious injuries.

A deep sigh of relief escaped me. He wasn’t in great shape, but he’d made it through. Now, we just had to get out. Carefully, I helped him to his feet, ready to leave that place.

He leaned on me as we shuffled slowly toward the exit, and then, unexpectedly, he lifted his head. His eyes were sharp, almost unnerving, and for a moment, I didn’t recognize him.

“Makenna, how did you get in here?” he asked, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

His sudden intensity threw me off. This wasn’t the Martin I knew. Taken aback, I answered in a low, steady voice, “If I had to guess, Antoni led me here on purpose to rescue you. I’m not sure what he’s playing at, but don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here, no matter what it takes.”

Without warning, Martin gripped my hand, his fingers tight and surprisingly strong. It hurt just enough to make me flinch.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worry creeping into my voice.

“Something’s off,” he said, his face now deadly serious. He lowered his voice, speaking urgently. “But we need to leave first.”

“Is it your injuries?” I asked, concerned.

Martin shook his head, his expression darkening. “It’s not that. Something’s wrong with me.”

His gaze locked on mine, and he asked in a tone I couldn’t quite place, “Do you feel anything strange in your body?”

His words snapped me back into focus.

Since stepping into the basement, I had felt uncomfortably warm, almost feverish.

But before I could make sense of it, I heard hurried footsteps approaching.

My heart leapt in my chest, and panic set in. “Forget that for now. We need to get out. If we wait any longer, we won’t make it.” With every ounce of strength I had left, I helped Martin stumble forward, urgency pushing us toward the exit.

The moment we stepped outside, the harsh light hit me like a punch to the face, making my eyes watery and my vision blur as I struggled to adjust.

I raised a hand to shield my eyes, squinting ahead, and saw a group of guards charging toward us with determination. A wave of panic hit me hard. I tightened my grip on Martin and darted in the direction I hoped would lead us out.

Martin, struggling to keep pace, glanced at me, his breath heavy and labored. “Are you sure this way leads out?” he asked, doubt clouding his voice.

“I’m not certain,” I admitted, shaking my head and furrowing my brow in frustration. “But it’s the only way I know, and we’ve got no other option at this point.”

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