Chapter 7
A scream tore through Pip’s throat as the fire took root in the clubhouse’s common room. Considering everything was made predominantly of wood, it seemed to eat everything up in sight.
Major grabbed hold of her tightly, stood with her in his arms, and didn’t stop running until she was outside in the front yard. He was barely out of breath as he took a quick glance around the area then swore, “f**k!”
“What’s wrong?” she cried.
“The bikes run on gas, Pip!” As he screamed the words, he carried on running, not stopping until they were in the back yard this time. It was sparse and bare, but there were no bikes around this part. Neither was there an exit.
“Stay here,” he commanded as he put her down on shaky feet. “We’ll get the fire out. Don’t go around the front, not even if you
