They're gone.
Traz.
Aria.
Joren.
Gone.
The street around me howls.
More shouting.
More shots.
I shove up off the cracked pavement, blood running down my arm.
No time to cry.
No time to scream.
I bolt into the night, heart hammering like a war drum.
Alone.
CHAPTER 25
TRAZ
The second the hatch slams behind us, I know something's wrong.
Kelli's not with us.
I whip around, hand flying for the latch—only to find it twisted, fused shut from the blast.
"Dammit!" I snarl, slamming my fist into the rusted metal.
Joren whimpers, clinging to my jacket.
Aria sobs, pressing her face into my chest.
"She's smart," Silpha rasps behind me, panting hard. "She’ll find her way."
I grit my teeth so hard my jaw pops.
"She isn’t supposed to be alone," I growl.
"No one’s supposed to be anything anymore," Silpha snaps. "Move or die, Traz."
The air outside's alive with shouting.
Blasters charging.
Footsteps pounding closer.
I hoist Aria higher, shifting my stance.
The twins come first.
