“Come on, teach me how to arm that thing,” I demand, my eyes moving constantly, searching every corner.
He does not answer.
“Salvatore!”
I call his name, and his gaze travels across the explosives.
Then I notice his hand trembling again.
I swallow hard.
“I forgot my gun, darling.”
I stare at his hands.
He is right.
Even with the explosives, we need to defend ourselves without blowing ourselves up along with them.
“We need to return to the panic room. Now!”
I pull him with me, and he follows while I protect us.
We knock, and Carina lets us inside.
But the moment my feet touch the metallic floor, we hear footsteps in the corridor, only seconds behind us.
I see fear on every face.
They understand that if we activate the explosives from here, we all die.
If all of us remain ins
