Scarlett.
The back door exploded outward as Louis kicked it open.
Cold air hit my face. My lungs burned. My legs felt like rubber, but I kept running because stopping meant dying.
"This way!" Louis grabbed my hand, pulling me through a narrow alley between buildings.
Behind us, voices shouted. Heavy footsteps pounded against pavement. The police—or whoever Adrian had sent pretending to be police—were coming.
We burst onto a residential street. Normal people doing normal things. A woman walking her dog. A man getting into his car. They all stopped and stared as we sprinted past.
"The car," I gasped. "Louis, your car—"
"Too risky. They'll have the license plate. They'll track us." He yanked me around a corner. "We go on foot."
My chest felt like it was splitting open. Each breath was
