Fuck it. I launched the bottle, the glass crashing and flames bursting forth, consuming the hallway as they scrambled back, and I swung around, charging for the front
door.
They’d have to go around. There was a back door in the natatorium for them to get out, and I couldn’t believe I’d done that, but that was me. Given the chance to run, I always ran.
Digging in my heels, I raced for the front door and swung it open, but then suddenly, Taylor was there, pulling me to a stop right on the front stoop.
I gasped, stumbling back, and he charged toward me, the rest of them shouting from outside, too.
They…they were already rounding the house. Shit. It only took a moment to decide. Twisting around, I scurried up the stairs, remembering that I saw a balcony overlooking the waterfall somewhere on the second floor. If I could get to it, I could shimmy down a pipe and run.
With Taylor on my tail, and the rest of the boys barreling into the house, I raced across the landing on the second floor, someone grabbing my hair from behind and yanking me back.
I whipped around, shoving Taylor away, but I lost my footing and tumbled over the railing, his fists gripping my collar and holding me as my legs flailed fifteen feet off the ground.
Ah!” I cried out, grappling for his arms. I met his angry blue eyes as he just held me there. The fire extinguisher went off downstairs, putting out the fire, and the fabric of my shirt started to rip.
I gasped.
Taylor growled as he tried to raise me, but then…he lost hold, shooting out his hands and trying to catch me again. Rory appeared, diving for me just as I fell.
I slipped, descended, and Rory toppled over with me, both of us flying through the air to the floor below.
I screamed, crashing to my side on the hard, marble surface, and I looked up, seeing the blond boy fall through the air right for me. He hit the ground next to me, his head whipping back, and I shot out my hands, catching his skull right before it cracked against the floor.
We both breathed hard, his head cradled in my palms next to me, and he blinked, finally meeting my eyes.
Then he closed them, relief falling over his face.
“Jesus Christ,” Will said, rushing over.
He took my head in his hands, inspecting me.
“Fire’s out,” Micah called. He rushed over to Rory, holding his face and gliding his hands over his torso and arms. “Anything broken?” he asked him.
Rory shook his head, and I watched Micah’s thumb rub across Rory’s cheek.
I moved my eyes around, trying to re-connect with my body, but I couldn’t tell if I was in one piece. Everything hurt.
“Emmy, Jesus…” Will glared at me, his eyes drifting down my body.
But before he could say more, Aydin dove in and swept me into his arms, something between a scowl and worry playing in his eyes, too. “Get her some food and water,” he ordered someone. “And get my kit, some clean bandages, and some alcohol.”
He carried me up the stairs, and I watched Will and Micah sling Rory’s arms around their necks and walk him, following us.
Will met my eyes over Aydin’s shoulder, and while I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, he didn’t look away.
“You’re a fighter,” Aydin said. “I like you.”
What? I gaped at him, in too much pain to even roll my eyes.
“You saw the bones in my room today?” Aydin asked.
I didn’t reply.
“That was someone else who thought he could run,” he explained. “We found what was left of him three months later when we were out hunting.”
Another prisoner tried to escape?