Chapter 33
I set the gun down as soon as he was out of sight, then tried to stand, but the drugs pumping through my veins and the roaring pain in my knee sent me crashing back down to the floor.
Two pairs of blue feet entered my peripheral vision. “Get to Ryan,” Melissa begged, Scott seconding her cry. “Hurry, Lanie. You have to get to Ryan.” I began to drag myself at a turtle’s crawl toward his cell, whimpering each time my right knee bumped the ground. I heard a throaty whine that could only be from Claw Hands.
“You can do it,” Melissa breathed. She’d gotten down on the ground beside me, her breath frosting my ear. “Just a little further.”
I cried out as I closed the last short stretch, my knee screaming in protest. Ryan was reaching towards me through the bars, gripping my arms, dra
