Elijah’s discarded t-shirt lay on the pillow beneath her head. She had been dreaming when she heard the cars crunching the gravel on the street. She sat up, instinct taking control. Two men were speaking in whispers on the street and she didn’t dare look out the window. Instead, she hurried down to the second floor where Rachel came out of her bedroom, the panic on her face matching what Kayla felt.Without a word, they raced down the stairs and toward the basement. Shadows moved outside, and Kayla spared a glance out the window to see three SUVs lined up directly in front of the house. These men were not aiming for subtlety. And she had a feeling they wouldn’t leave without what they were coming for.She rushed to meet Rachel, who was pulling the door of the safe room open. At the same moment, they heard footsteps upstairs. They’d already entered the house.“Go, Rachel. Lock the door. They want me and they don’t have to know about you.”“No!” Rachel said, holding on to Kayla’s arm even as Kayla pushed the heavy door closed.“I’ll be ok, and if Marcus is alive…we’ll be of no use to them if we’re both dead!”“Kayla, no,”
