Ryan
“f**k!” I leap up, toss a T-shirt to Lily, and sprint for the door between this room and the one with the table and chairs, hoping to shut it. I don’t have a plan past that. The reason we picked the second office is because it has no other entrances or exits, not even windows.
Someone fires a gun, and I throw myself to the side. The bullet thuds into something, and thank f**k, Lily doesn’t scream. No matter what else I remember—or what I’ve recognized—I know immediately that my body isn’t used to this. I wasn’t secretly dodging bullets while everyone else was in eighth grade. Which means I’ve pretty much got Ben’s skills to rely on.
We’re f****d.
“Present yourselves, and we’ll handle this cleanly,” a feminine voice says.
“Dana?” Lily whispers.
I glance at her. She’s put my T-shi
