As the guys pulled Emily across the poorly lighted hall, her legs seemed to be composed of lead. The cold, hard floor scratched across her shoe bottoms, but the ache was a far-off echo compared to the turbulence within her. Ava's corpse, crushed on the ground in a pool of blood, was burned in her mind. Though Emily had never dreamed of seeing her old friend slain so mercilessly, the betrayal had been painful enough.
Emily struggled to slow her breath as they rounded a corner, the echo of feet echoing off the walls. She was terrified, tight and stifling, but beneath it was something else—an ember of will. She could not afford to yield to the panic. Not at the moment. Not when Daniel's life as well as hers was fraying.
She cast a sidelong look at the guys on each side. Their expressions
