Finally, blessed night air caressed our faces as we approached the exit.
“We’re almost there!” I said, running toward the exit door and kicking it open.
The shouts could be heard louder outside, another explosion going off in the distance that lit up the sky with orange light. Guards were knocked unconscious everywhere in the backyard, their bodies scattered across the ground. Good. My pack had done their job.
“Irene!” The sob came from the darkness, and Jensen ran toward us at full speed, his face a mask of relief.
Damien and Rosie were right behind him, both looking grim but determined.
“She’s here, she’s fine. Give me your back, Jensen,” I commanded, waiting until he turned around to settle Irene on his back with Rosie’s help.
His hands shook as he adjusted her position, and I cou
