FIFTY-TWO
Hannah wiped sweaty palms on her armoured pants and gripped her pistol tight as she waited for the first freak to get through the door to the medical centre, trying to ignore the nausea roiling in her belly.
She could do this. They had to buy Justice time.
‘You shouldn’t be here. You should have gone with Justice.’ Hanson’s voice was grim. ‘It’s not too late.’
She shook her head. ‘I’m not leaving. You guys need me.’ The number of freaks they were facing was staggering. It would take all of them to stop the freaks from gaining access to the tunnel.
Hanson gave a low growl. ‘Fine, but stay behind me. I won’t let anything happen to you.’
She stared at him, getting caught in his intense gaze, the depth of feeling in his voice. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he did have feelings for
