Craig’s POVIn a matter of minutes, I had wrapped Freda up in my shirt. If this were just us, I would have savored how beautiful the shirt looked on her, but with someone up on the door, I could hardly watch how beautiful she was. The person on the other side was also impatient as they continued banging on the door. “Wait here,” I held Freda behind the desk, in case it was an enemy. Immediately, I opened the door, Greg held me by my fist. “We’re under attack.”It was a whisper, but those words cancelled out every other sound in the surroundings. This was our last hideout. How could they have easily discovered it? Unless there was someone out there still giving out information about us.Before I could think more about it, Greg dragged me from the room towards wherever the attack was coming from. I heard Freda's footsteps right behind us and stopped, allowing her to catch up to us. Slowly, I placed my hand on her shoulder, “Sorry, dear. I need you to remain in that room until ever
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