"I'm not that much of a bleeding heart," I replied shortly. The wolves on the floor had clearly been trying to kill him, they'd forfeited my sympathy when they'd planted a bomb in a public building. "This place isn't safe. We need to get out of here. Now."
I grabbed Callum's hand, his skin was warm, his pulse steady despite the violence he'd just engaged in and pulled him toward the emergency exit.
He didn't resist, allowing me to lead him through the darkened restaurant.
Just as we were approaching the exit door, I suddenly heard a sound that made my blood run cold.
Tick, tick, tick.
I hadn't noticed it earlier because the sounds of fighting had drowned it out. But now that the fight was over, the rhythmic ticking was unnervingly clear.
The bomb.
My heart raced. Where was it? How m
