7
"Which way?" Eric calls out.
"Some foresight you have," Bram mutters, just loud enough for us all to hear.
"Right," I answer, ignoring Bram's cutting comment. We're all well aware of Eric's secret. The one about his powers of prophecy being completely fake. Though there aren't many people who do know, and I think Bram's realisation is pretty recent.
As in, twenty minutes ago, recent.
"Wait," I command them all, and to my surprise, they all stop running. I motion for them to hide in an empty room, and I go back to the door to listen.
Footsteps. Almost like a march, coming from the next corridor. s**t, that's not good at all.
"Anyone need any weapons?" I ask, at a loss for what else to do. The hunters are nearly on us, and while we can try and keep hiding from them, I'm not sure how
