Skye's POV
Ezra didn’t wait another second before running toward the door.
"Stay behind me," he said, not even waiting for an answer.
He was out into the hallway and running for the stairs, gun in hand, and I ran right after him because there was no way I was staying in that bunker alone, not after what we'd just seen on my phone.
We took the stairs two at a time. My lungs burned. My heart was beating really hard. All I could think about was that shadow moving behind Zoey on the screen, getting closer while she didn’t even notice it was there.
"Ezra, hurry!"
"I am."
"What if it's already too late? What if—"
"Don't," he said, cutting me off, not even looking back. "Don't think like that. Save it for when we're standing in front of her."
Even when we got to her room, he didn't slow
