CHAPTER THIRTY
Toni peeked around the corner. Releasing a silent sigh, she crept back down the corridor toward the smugglers. Her leg ached—all of her did—but sore muscles didn’t stop her brain from functioning. “We need to check this out,” she hissed.
“We can sneak past,” Colten mouthed.
“Why is he there?” Toni whispered back. They hadn’t seen any guards anywhere in this prison section. So why was this one standing outside that cell door? Colten tilted his head. His eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead.
She walked two fingers through the air. “I’m checking.”
“What?” His hiss filled the hallway. She waved him away.
Rounding the corner at a brisk hobble she dropped the surprised guard with one shot. It sounded far too loud in the constricted corridor. As he collapsed, she limped
