Skye's POV
For a second neither of us moved. The house sat there in the dark, every window pitch black, and the only sound was the wind moving through the trees and my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
"Ezra."
"I know. Let’s move now."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the path toward the house at a run, the gun still in his other hand. Behind the windows, weak red emergency lights clicked on one by one, barely enough to see by, painting everything in a dim, ugly red glow.
We burst through the front door and he slammed it shut behind us, throwing the heavy bolt across before pressing something on the wall panel by the frame. I heard a mechanical sound roll through the house as the doors locked themselves floor by floor.
"The main doors are all sealed," he said, talking into a smal
