As soon as he felt the hot liquid, Darren realized his mistake. He may have silenced the animal, but the fresh blood would alert Oliver to their presence long before they actually found him.
“What the hell is that?” August whispered.
“Aden must have set off the alarm.”
“We got to get moving.” She nodded her head toward the door. “There’s another staircase through there, right?”
“Yeah. How’s your leg?”
“I’ll live.”
“Sure?”
“Yes. Do you think Aden…”
“He’s fine,” Darren said, cutting her off. He didn’t know for sure, but he needed to believe that. Aden had faith in him, Darren needed to have an equal—or a greater—amount in his lover. “We gotta keep moving.”
“I’m worried about those alarms,” August said, her voice still a bare whisper.
“You think Oliver doesn’t know we’re here alread
