The wind was brisk as Frida and Laz stepped out into the cool night air. They didn't speak at first, the tension between them palpable. Laz moved with a slight limp, his exhaustion evident, but he kept up with Frida's determined pace.
"Where are we going?" Laz finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Back to the party," Frida said without hesitation. Her voice was firm, but her mind raced with doubts.
Laz raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were escaping?"
"We are," Frida replied. "But first, I need to confront Evelyn. If I don't do this now, she'll hunt me down and destroy me."
"And what's the plan when we get there?"
Frida hesitated. She hadn't figured out the details yet, but she wasn't about to admit that. "We'll improvise," she said, offering a weak smile.
Laz groaned. "Improvising got me beaten to a pulp last time."
