Bound by broken pieces
His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack.
The lock clicked. He yanked the door open, revealing a stairwell that plunged into darkness.
“Go.”
I froze, staring at the shadows yawning below us. “Down there? Where does it”
His hand cupped the back of my neck, firm, guiding, almost desperate. “Melinda, move.”
The sound of glass shattering cut through the air like a gunshot. Men’s voices roared in the distance, harsh, commanding. The safehouse wasn’t safe anymore.
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