Chapter 33: Livestock
I reach the door first.
The knocking stops when I turn the handle. It doesn’t open. The banging starts up harder than ever, desperate but muffled cries rising behind it.
Ravel elbows me aside to wrench at the door, hurling himself shoulder-first at it when the handle refuses to turn. I dart to the bound enforcers and rifle through their pockets, ignoring their moaning. If I focus, I can almost quell the churning disgust at the way these idiots not only locked up survivors in this death trap but also stayed to guard the only escape route.
At least their presence means a key is within easy reach. The banging stops the moment it scrapes into the lock.
I yank the door open. Ravel shoves past. He wheels back with a shout as it flings wide. There’s a rush of one-two-fo
