The man choked up on his assault rifle and fired.
But there was nothing really there.
Her focus was broken when she felt a scream in her mind. Painful anguish nearby. And she knew the source. “Anna!” she panted.
Breaking contact with the man below, Claire stumbled backward from the window with a hand raised to her head. “It's Anna!” she cried. “She's hurt, Dad! She needs us!”
Harry was next to her, staring impotently through the pane with a frown on his face. “Anna…” He glanced toward the stairwell door at the end of the hallway. “I think she can handle herself!”
“She needs us!” Claire screamed.
Before her overprotective father could protest, she was running for the end of the corridor. “Claire, wait!” Harry called out behind her. “The doors are sealed, remember? You couldn't get dow
