She was free. Free from the cloud of evil that surrounded that horrible building. Free from pretending. She took off running as fast as her broken legs would take her, ripping off her disguise in disgust. Only a few yards ahead was a parking space marked with a large number “13.” The truck parked in the space was larger than anything she’d driven before, but she’d just have to figure it out on the way.
Cara reached the truck and yanked the door open. She climbed inside, gritting her teeth as she pressed against the broken bones in her ankles.
She put the keys in the ignition and looked in the side mirror as the engine chugged to a start. In the reflection were two guards with weapons drawn, aimed directly at her.
“s**t,” she muttered. She looked around, trying to figure out how to put
