Chapter 32
Broken glass crunched under Annie’s boots from where she’d smashed the lower pane with a rock and pulled chunks of it out of the frame. She’d wrapped her cotton shirt around her hand so she could work more quickly, so now she shook it out, hoping it was free from glass shards as she prepared to wrap it around her face.
Lucas appeared from around the corner, looking as unstoppable as a cyclone. ‘It’s not going to happen, Annie,’ he rasped, his strong arms like a vice around her waist, pulling her away from the window.
‘Let me go. She’s right there,’ she cried, elbowing him in the gut. He grunted, but didn’t loosen his grip. ‘Mum! Please, listen to me,’ she called. ‘I need you! I need you to fight this. Please try.’ She had no idea if her mum could even hear her. She’d probably
