[Aria's POV]
"They're coming tomorrow."
Drake's words from three months ago still haunted me. But tomorrow never came.
Instead, we ran.
Dr. Elena's network of safe houses kept us moving—never staying anywhere more than three days. Always one step ahead of whoever Drake had warned about.
And in those three months, I became someone else.
"Golden Angel!" A man's desperate voice called through the darkness. "Please! My daughter—she's infected! Please help us!"
I stood on a rooftop, watching the street below. A father carried a small girl, black veins spreading across her face. Zombie infection. Stage two. Maybe an hour before transformation.
I pulled my hood lower, adjusted my golden mask. Nobody could see my face. Nobody could know who the Golden Angel really was.
I jumped down, landing silently beside them.
The father gasped. "You came. Thank God, you came."
I didn't speak. Never spoke during healings. Couldn't risk someone recognizing my voice.
