39
HALLIE
This wasn’t just a nightmare, this was…what was worse? A living hell.
Not only were we still trapped, but Starla was bleeding. Badly. One of Brand’s slashes had cut her thigh, and although I’d used his belt to make a tourniquet, blood was still oozing out of the wound. I kicked his unconscious body in frustration. Or maybe in the hope that he’d wake up and give us the code so we could get the heck out of there. Gregg was no help either. He might even have been dead by now—I wasn’t about to waste time going back to check.
“Can we leave yet?” Araceli asked from the couch, cradling the baby. “Why can’t we get out?”
“I’m trying, I promise. Just stay there with Vonnie for a little while longer, okay?”
Starla glared at me from the armchair. “Told you…we should’ve waited.”
Her vo
