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“I can carry something,” Cassandra offers.
I point to the flashlight sitting on the edge of the bench. “You’re in charge of the light.”
Gentle fingers pick up the military-grade flashlight while I reach for the keyboard.
It only takes a few clicks to open the program I need.
I glance at my girl, taking in her beauty and remembering she said she trusted me, then I press three keys simultaneously.
One second passes and a warning beep sounds.
Another second, another beep.
A third second, and the ground below our feet vibrates.
The screen showing Cassandra’s house now shows a ball of fire.
Cassandra gasps. “Did you just blow up my house?”
CHAPTER90
Cassie
Hans presseshis large hand against my back. “Yes.”
Yes. He just says yes.
His hand applies pressure. “And we have about fifteen seconds left before mine blows.”
So much for always telling my house goodbye.
Then I register the rest of what he said and hurry to the exit.
My hands are still trembling from watching Hans in action upstairs, and it takes me two tries to get the flashlight on. When it illuminates the tunnel, I run.
The ceiling is low, the walls are narrow, and I hate running, but I felt that tremor from my house across the street. I don’t want to be underneath Hans’s house when it explodes next.
My heavy breathing is echoing through my ears, but I hear Hans behind me when he says, “Two… One…” Then he loops his big arm around my waist.
As soon as he has a hold of me, the world around us shakes. Our feet stop, and Hans pulls me into his body, bending over me. Shielding me.
But when there are no loud cracking sounds, and the tunnel stays intact, Hans urges me forward.
CHAPTER91
Hans
Cassandra holdsmy hand the whole jog through the forest. And by the time we’re climbing back into the Prius, we can hear sirens.
We stay quiet, and I drive the speed limit for the few minutes it takes to get to the apartment building where we swapped vehicles.
I park in the opposite corner of the parking lot from my truck, and we take the long way around. Several people are outside, looking at the thick smoke rising from a few miles over. None of them are turned our way, but this way, if anyone notices us, they’ll just see two people walking through a parking lot, not suspiciously jumping out of one vehicle and into another moments after two houses blew up a few blocks away.
I toss the bags into the back seat and open the passenger door for Cassandra.
Her cheeks are still pink, and I wonder if she’s gonna be mad at me for burning down her house.
I hate the idea of her being mad at me.
