Scars knew that he had to keep moving – even the briefest of pauses could be the end of him – because this was all about time now. Not minutes, either… seconds.
The whole ceiling could go at any second.
The tattooing chemicals and cleaning stuff that he saw scattered around could explode at any second.
The fire could move behind him, trapping him inside, at any second.
Keira could succumb to smoke any second (he refused to believe that she already had… that was not an option today).
He grabbed a shirt off the floor, dashed across the room to the water cooler next to the reception area, dumped the whole bottle on the shirt. He held it to his mouth, took a breath, and ran to Zoe’s office – or where her office used to be.
God, the heat. The acrid, awful taste in his lungs, black and th
