Behind us, gunfire still tears through the smoke-filled pass.
Ahead, engines idle across our escape route.
To the left?
Straight drop into the canyon.
To the right?
Solid rock wall.
Perfect.
Exactly perfect.
Miles looks at me sharply. “Options?”
Adrenaline floods cold through my veins.
No hesitation.
No time.
“We go through.”
Clay grins grimly beside me. “Knew you were gonna say that.”
Of course I was.
Because there’s nowhere else left to run.
20
Olivia
We run straight at the vehicles.
Because there’s nowhere else left to go.
The little girl’s hand is locked tightly in mine as we sprint across uneven ground while gunfire cracks behind us hard enough to echo through the canyon walls.
Every step tears pain through my side.
Hot.
Sharp.
Relentless.
Ignore it.
“Stay close!” I shout over the chaos.
The girl nods breathlessly beside me, stumbling over loose rock as engines roar louder ahead.
Men spill from the vehicles with rifles raised.
Too many.
