"They found us."
Damien’s voice reduces through the dark. Celeste jerked conscious, hand attaining the gun beneath her pillow.
"How many?"
"At least ten. Maybe more. Coming from the east side."
Celeste rolled out of bed, heart pounding. "Where’s Mila?"
"Back room. I’ll get her."
"No. I will. You hold them off."
She ran down the hall, toes slapping the cold floor. Behind her, glass shattered. Voices shouted. Gunfire.
She burst into Mila’s room. The little woman was sitting up, eyes huge.
"Celeste?"
"We ought to go. Now."
"Why?"
"Horrific human beings found us. However, I wouldn't let them hurt you."
She grabbed Mila’s hand. They ran back in the direction of the hallway. Gunfire grew louder.
Damien appeared. "They’re coming through the front and kitchen. We need the basement ex
