The Fires Of Atlantis (Purge Of Babylon, Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Turn around. Right now. Run back to the door. Do it. And then what? There was no way out. No way to open the door. (She would need a doorknob for that.) No windows to climb out of, either. Not even a vent to crawl into. They were inside the building, just like whoever had led them in here had planned it. You’re screwed. You’re so screwed. She must have sighed out loud because she heard clothes rustling as Peter, somewhere in the darkness with her, turned in her direction. Or she thought he did, anyway. “You okay?” he whispered. She shook her head before realizing he probably couldn’t see, not with the flashlight beam in front of them instead of on her face. “I’m fine,” she whispered back. “Keep the flashlight in front of us.” “Okay…” They had been walking down a long, empty hallway toward another intersection for the last ten minutes, though it didn’t seem as if they had gone very far from the alleyway door.
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