I stared up at him, my brain trying to process his words. My gaze bounced between his eyes, confusion flooding me. What was he talking about?
I had less than two seconds to decide what my response was. Go or stay? And which was the right answer?
Did I trust him enough to leave? Or was he simply dragging me to another level of hell?
The silence made up my mind. There was nobody around, not even Marco. We were alone.
He slipped my shoes on as I sat up, then pulled me to my feet.
His hand sat in the space between us. I looked from it to his eyes and made my decision—I slipped my hand in his.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked as we raced across the open space to the door leading to the fire escape.
“Because I’m your knight in f*****g black armor, princess. Now let’s go before they notic
