Avery’s POV
As the night air brushed against my skin, a chill crept up my spine. Step after agonizing step, another wave of pain coursed through my body as I felt Noah's arm draped around my shoulder, taking most of my weight while we ambled through the darkness behind the hangar.
The sirens were getting closer.
With a pistol in hand, Dominic escorted us, searching in all directions for any remaining threats. Raven was breaking through on my line.
“Okay, listen up! The cops are coming in fast. I don’t know who ratted us out, but we're out of time.”
“s**t! Is there an exit?” Noah asked.
Raven took a second. “Not one you’ll like.”
“We don’t like it already,” I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Just tell us.”
Raven sighed. “There’s a utility tunnel running under the hangar
