Chapter Fifty-Eight
Cecilia was dragging Sophia by her neck to the west entrance. Nasira aimed the stolen PEP rifle past Sophia’s head but held her fire.
‘Shoot!’ Sophia yelled with what little energy she could draw upon. The words felt like broken glass in her throat.
Nasira tightened her grip on the rifle. Her eyes narrowed.
Sophia felt the hold around her neck relax, and suddenly Cecilia was sprinting through the west entrance, down the hall. Sophia didn’t see much after that. Her legs gave way and she collapsed to her knees.
‘Get her.’ Her voice felt brittle.
Nasira didn’t go after Cecilia. Instead, she slammed Cecilia’s escape door shut and pushed a fallen cabinet against it. There was a blast from the hall. It rattled the door. More Elohim, covering Cecilia’s escape.
Darkness
