SUSAN’S POV
The cold night air hit my face as I ran. My feet barely hit the ground as I ran. Every second felt like an hour. In my head, I kept seeing the image of Mouse’s sister, tied up and scared and then it would flip to Silas. Silas, who had no idea that a small army of professionals was currently closing in on him just to get to me.
Faster, I told myself. If you're late, you lose everything.
I took the rooftops, jumping from one ledge to the next. The distance between me and the mill district was closing up gradually, but it wasn't fast enough. As I got closer, I heard the sharp, high-pitched hum of those electric zappers. My heart did a painful thud against my ribs. They were already using them and who else was their target except Silas. I know the sound of those zappers anywhere
