Chapter 11

That night air was cold against my skin as Kelvin dragged me forward, I could feel his grip firm but not painful. My body was still running on adrenaline, but my mind was a mess filled with many rhetorical questions —torn between relief, anger, and exhaustion filled me.
Behind us, the underground chamber burned with the echoes of dying screams. Logan stumbled out beside me, blood streaking his face, but his eyes were sharp, and wary.
I yanked my arm free from Kelvin, as my breath was coming in sharp gasps, due to exhaustion. “You think you can just show up and—”