Reagan’s POV
“Reagan… they’re here.”
Irene’s voice shook as she stood by the window. I sat up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. She didn’t need to say more. I could already hear the car doors slamming outside.
I jumped out of bed and pulled on my jeans. “Get dressed. Now.”
She moved quick, grabbing her clothes from the floor. Her hands trembled so bad she almost dropped her hoodie. I helped her pull it on, then grabbed our small bag.
“How did they find us so fast?” she whispered.
“Lila,” I said. “She’s smarter than I thought.”
I peeked through the curtain. Three black SUVs blocked the front. Warriors were spreading out, flashlights sweeping the parking lot. Lila stood in the middle, arms crossed, that cold little smile on her face.
“Back door,” I said, taking Irene’s hand. “Sta
