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But here was a door, the knob cool. He threw it wide.
More darkness. He’d kill for a light.
And just like that, fire swept down the stairs, slithering around his feet and into the opening, gorging on the fresh oxygen. A laundry room. Fire raced up the bare insulation that lined the walls, tearing into a rack of shirts hanging by the iron-ing board.
Raging toward a pile of sheets and towels.
He almost couldn’t make out the crumpled figure on top of them.
He dashed through the flames and grabbed hold of what felt like an arm, yanking the body into his arms. Someone small, fragile, all slim legs and knobby joints. Long hair a girl. He felt satin, like a nightgown. She weighed nothing and hung limply against his chest.
Was she breathing? He couldn’t tell. It was too hot to tell.
Fire grabbed the nightgown. He crushed it in his fist. More leapt from the wall to make another attempt.
He had to get her out.
But he had to get low, under the smoke. He clutched her to his chest with one arm and crawled with the other. Once he got out of the laundry room, the fire followed him. Flaming ash began to fall from the ceiling, sparking in his hair and on her face.
If the ceiling fell in, they were done for.
The smoke detectors fell silent.
Gabriel hesitated. He could hear himself breathing. He couldn’t hear her.
Then a crash shook the house and sent beams slamming into the floor.
The second level had fallen into the first.
And now it was going to fall into the basement.
He ran. Shoulder first, sliding his feet along the floor as fast as he could. He hit walls. Beams. Something cracked against his helmet, but he kept going.
He could feel flames coming through the floor, looking for him. The sound of wood giving way was deafening. Sparks and ash rained down.
He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to fail. Again.
Then a hand closed over his wrist and pulled, hard.
Gabriel followed what else could he do?
He burst into fresh air that felt arctic on his cheeks. That hand kept pulling, dragging him.
He stumbled and almost fell, but he caught himself before he dropped the girl.
He felt grass under his feet and slowed.
Someone was jerking the girl out of his arms. “Is she breathing?”
Hunter.
Had Hunter gone into . . . into that to drag him the rest of the way out of the darkness?
“Gabriel! Damn it, was she breathing inside?”
Hunter had her on the ground, his cheek over the girl’s mouth.
“No,” said Gabriel. “No, she wasn’t breathing.”
