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I’m here because they came looking for me. They knew what I looked like, who I was, where I’d be.
And now the only ones who could ever have the balls to come in here to rescue me hate me because I accused them of something they didn’t do.
I sigh out loud.
They won’t come for me. I made it very clear I never wanted to see them again.
Do they even know I’m missing?
I swallow back the fear and focus on the metal keeping me in place, but no matter how much strength I put into it, I can’t free myself.
It’s hopeless.
Completely and utterly hopeless.
What the fuck do I do?
* * *
Milo
BANG!
More bullets ricochet against the wall behind us.
“Look who’s come into our den,” some guy in the back growls. “Boys, get them!”
A bunch of men pour into the hallways from all sides, sporting all sorts of guns and rifles, and my heart rate picks up while my body remembers what it felt like to be sieved with bullets.
Nathan shoves me aside and shoots at the people near the auction area while Felix flanks us and shoots at the men in the back.
“They’ve got us cornered,” Penelope grits, shooting at them too.
“We’ll fight our way through,” Kai replies.
“I’ll take the side. Caleb, you come with me,” Nathan growls. “Fuck all of them up.”
“Don’t forget why we’re here,” Penelope says. “Find Lana and get out.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got it,” Dylan replies, waving his gun around before he shoots a bunch of shots at the guys in the back.
When only one of them goes down, he throws the gun to the side. “Fuck it. It’s time for the big stuff.”
He pulls out his canister along with his lighter and sprays it all over his knives before he runs at them and lights them at the last second, setting the knives on fire.
“Yee-haw! Taste my flames, bitches!” he screams like a madman before stabbing some guy in the eye.
Alistair is behind him, jumping the victims so they can’t move while Dylan guts them.
To my left, Kai tries to fight off a Bonesmen who got too close and grabbed his arm, stopping him from shooting.
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to raise my gun and shoot.
My whole body shakes, and I can’t shrug off this fear I’m going to die.
Because I almost did.
And the guy who shot me stands in the hallway, staring me down with a challenging gaze.
