I’m nodding off next to Peter when the front door opens with a loud creak.
The adrenaline blast is so strong I’m on my feet before I can even process the sound. “Wha—”
“It’s just us,” Ilya says, stepping through the doorway with Yan. “We have to go. Now.”
I realize I’m panting, one hand pressed to my wildly hammering heart. “You’re here. You came.”
Yan is already standing over Peter. “Help me,” he orders his twin brother, and Ilya hurries over. Together, they lift Peter off the bed and swiftly carry him out of the cabin.
My brain belatedly switches on, and I grab the first-aid supplies, then run after them.
Outside is a dark-colored SUV with its headlights off but its motor running. “Get in the back with him,” Yan tells me as he and Ilya deposit Peter in the backseat, then go around
