I spin around and kick the emergency door closed. The metal door bangs back into the frame, and I don’t feel an ounce better.
I won’t feel better until I see Cora. Until I’m holding her—warm and alive—in my arms.
And I will. I have to believe that will happen. Otherwise, I won’t be able to put one foot in front of the other.
“What’s the plan now?” Yasha asks.
I snatch my phone out of his hand and stomp down the sidewalk. I hear him walking along behind me. “We find whoever took them and we eradicate each and every one of them from the face of the f*****g Earth.”
For a second, I don’t remember anything that happened.
Then I pry open my bleary eyes and see my surroundings.
Shadowy corners. Dripping pipes. The air smells dank, like we’re miles below the soil. I try to lift a hand to pu
