Novel & Cerita The Hill Has Eyes Franklin

Lysaa snapped, yanking away the moment she was seated. Franklin smirked but ignored her, kicking the car into reverse and flooring it. As the vehicle sped down the road, I turned to him, my grip still firm around the twins. “What the hell did you do?” Franklin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I took a page out of Lysaa’s book.” I frowned. “Meaning?” “I started a fire.” My brows shot up. “I climbed over the wall, snuck into the palace grounds, and set a bush on fire,” Franklin explained. “Figured it’d buy you enough time to get out.”

I turned, my heart racing as we locked eyes. Images did him no justice. Atlas hadn’t aged a day in five years. Yet somehow, he felt like a completely different person. The Atlas in front of me was a stark contrast to the one I fell in love with. “What, Mi lady? Are you frozen?” I smiled despite the storm inside me and I reached into Mr. Ford’s pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. Something flickered in Atlas’ eyes as I wrapped the handkerchief around the gun and picked it up.