Chapter 132 Fractured Trust

• "Come on," I muttered, my breath laboring, terror wriggling at me as I watched the shadows move at the other end of the corridor. The men were low and hostile in their tones, their boots weighty on the floor. Time was running thin for us.
• Like a gap in his armor, I could sense Ethan's reluctance; suddenly, just when I thought he might give up, the door sprung open.
• Growling, he pushed me over the opening into the alley beyond.