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The shock of hearing my name forces me to take a step back.
“Shit,” multiple voices say in my ear.
“Please,” I beg. “Take me with you. I need?—”
“If they catch you here…” she warns, but right now, I don’t give a shit about anything.
“They won’t. And even if they do, they’ll be the ones who end up dead,” I say confidently. “I haven’t come alone.”
She shakes her head, her body sagging with her need for rest.
“Please,” I beg, my eyes bouncing between hers. “Let me help you.”
She wants to argue, to send me away, but when she steps forward, her knee gives out. I catch her easily.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Back down the hallway, there’s a door on the right. But be quick. If anyone?—”
“We’ve got this,” I assure her, tucking her into my side and following her instructions.
She trembles violently as we walk, but she doesn’t say anything about it. She doesn’t need to. I might not have much experience with addiction, but everything else she’s just suffered, I know all too well.
I remember being cold and trembling for hours after. Scalding bath water, hot water bottles, blankets, none of them helped.
“Here,” she says, indicating to another secret door.
Pushing through it, we emerge into another dark hallway.
“What’s with the lack of light?”
“Too many things you don’t want to see. There are rooms everywhere. Rooms with m-men and?—”
“It’s okay.”
“Aubrey, where the fuck are you?” I hiss, not bothering to explain who I’m talking to.
But I get no response.
“Fuck. Where is she?”
“Her comms have died,” Reid confirms, making my stomach knot.
“Find her,” I demand. “I think I’m going to need?—”
“Door,” the woman in my arm groans, pointing left.
“Okay.”
This time when I open a door, the lights are on, leading us to a set of stairs.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, convinced we’re heading toward a back exit she can shove me through.
She doesn’t respond, which doesn’t fucking help.
But with little choice but to follow her lead, I help her up the stairs.
At the top, there are three doors. All of them barely close. They’re dented and battered.
I swallow down my unease as I think about the reasons.
