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I push my legs faster.
Just ahead, the wall on my left falls away.
Stairs.
I reach out with my left hand and, just as I pass, grab the railing that climbs up the wall.
My momentum whips me around until I’m looking down the stairs, straight at a woman with bright red hair, holding a gun pointed right at me.
“Down!” she shouts, and I let my legs collapse beneath me.
My butt hits the top step, and then she’s shooting.
The bullets fly over my head as I bounce down a few more steps, and I hear a gurgled cry from the man who’s been chasing me.
I duck my head, sliding down a couple more stairs, as the woman shoots once more.
My ears are ringing, but I still hear the thud of a body hitting the floor behind me.
I slide to a stop and open my eyes.
The woman is still standing on the landing, where the flight turns back to go down to the second floor, and from my spot on the steps, we’re nearly eye level.
She lowers her gun and smirks at me. “Cassandra, I presume?”
A noise between a laugh and sob bursts out of me, and I scramble down the last few steps and throw my arms around the woman.
Her body tenses against mine, and I quickly let go and step back. “Sorry. Sorry.” I brush the rogue tears off my face, forgetting and wincing at my bruised cheek. “You must be Karmine. It’sreallynice to meet you.” I sniffle.
The intense woman looks at me like she isn’t quite sure what to do with me, then she lifts a radio to her mouth.
The noise of gunfire downstairs has intensified, but I still hear her words.
“I have the butterfly.”
CHAPTER117
Hans
Karmine’s voiceplays through my earpiece, and the world quiets around me.
Cassandra is safe.
I fill my lungs with air.
I won’t be okay until she’s in my arms. But that’s fine. Because I still have some people to kill.
A large man peeks out from around a doorway ahead of me.
Like this guy.
The big man who carried my Cassandra, kicking and screaming, onto that fucking plane ducks back into the room he’s hiding in.
He starts to shut the door like a fucking coward.
I take two sprinting steps, then drop into a baseball slide.
My boots hit the door just as it’s about to close, forcing it to swing open as I slide into the room.
