Darren
Lucas was coming at me, all snarls and fists, a mad dog let off his chain.
I didn't give a damn about him or his bruised ego. Leila was somewhere in this crumbling heap of a building, surrounded by bombs, and every second I wasted on this bastard was a second she might not have.
His arm swung wide, aiming for my jaw. I caught it mid-air, twisted it hard, and threw him over my shoulder like a sack of grain. He hit the ground with a grunt, dust kicking up around him, but I didn't stick around to watch him squirm. I bolted for the entrance, the darkness swallowing me whole as I crossed the threshold.
Cassius' voice chased me, sharp and panicked. "Are you crazy?! There are bombs everywhere! You step on one, you're dead!"
Zion's shout followed, thinner, desperate. "The bombs burie
