"This way!" Aimes took me by the hand, and that familiar electric zing powered up my arm whenever he touched me.
He pulled me down another hallway, running at top speed and leaving me fighting to keep up.
"So now you want to help?" I huffed out. "Now that I've already been sentenced to die?"
He tightened his grip on my arm. "Would you please lay off me for a second? One thing at a time."
We came to a crossroads, two wide halls intersecting. I looked behind us, my blood chilled from the sound of many approaching feet. So many angry, hateful shouts.
We took off down one hall, seemingly at random.
"Where are we going?" I asked, pressing my free hand to the stitch in my side.
"We're getting out of here."
"They're not going to make it that easy. You know I've been sentenced to d
