Page 365 of The Devil's Fire


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Then it went completely silent.

He stepped closer to the door, and I tried to signal to Cara what to do next and follow my lead. I crouched down, pressing myself to the wall as much as I could and gripped the knife.

The door slowly opened. The second he was within my reach; I plunged the knife right into the side of his stomach. He screamed out in pain and crashed into the door.

“Now, Cara!” I shouted, and she fired, shooting him right in the face.

“We have to run.” I said, gagging as I pulled the knife out of him.

“Cut my dress!” Cara lifted her dress, and I went to cut it, but then stopped as we both stared at her wedding dress.

“Such a beautiful dress, though…” I said.

“I know. It’s my dream dress.” She looked at it sadly. We both took a second to admire it before I let out a sigh and cut the bulky dress.

We sprinted down the long hall after making sure the coast was clear. The others went this way, meaning there must be an exit somewhere.

We entered through another door, finding ourselves in front of a stairway. As I looked up, I counted three floors above us, each shrouded in dimly lit uncertainty.

“We don’t know how many we will face up there.” Cara spoke.

“I know. But we have to take the chance and see if we can fight our way out.” I told her. “Shoot whoever comes in sight, and we can take their weapons to make it out.”

Cara was nervous. Hell, so was I. It was not like we had years of training to be doing this.

“Don’t think, just shoot, and I will stab any of those bitches who dare come near us.” I said, trying to ease the tension. She cracked a small smile and clasped my hand tightly in hers.

Together, we made our way up, trying to keep out of sight.

“They’re here!” Someone shouted from below. He sprinted up the stairs, and I heard more footsteps approaching.

“Run!” Cara reacted faster, pulling me along as we dashed up the last few steps to the first floor. There was no time to assess the situation on the other side as we burst through the door.

“They’re escaping!” There were more men to the far left of the hall, guarding the floor.

We ran to the other side with them hot on our trail. We ran as fast as we could but stopped when someone appeared at our end with a machine gun. At this moment, I wanted to cry that we were surrounded.

“Get down!”

The words coming out of his mouth barely registered before I reacted, grabbing Cara and throwing us both to the floor as bullets flew over our heads.

When everything stilled, I looked up and rose to my feet, wary of the person in front of us. He was dressed in all black and wore a mask. I held the knife tightly, getting ready to swing as he neared us.

Then he took his mask off.

“Michael?!” Cara gasped.

“Wait, I thought you were…” I trailed off, but then really took a look at him. He looked like he had been through hell.

Cara was about to go to him, but I stopped her as I looked at Michael with narrowed eyes, unsure if we could trust him.

“Look, I know what I have done is unforgivable, and I would like to explain my side of things. But that will have to wait until I get you out of here and to safety. I’ve got clothes for you to change into, so hurry up. We don’t have much time.” Michael explained, but I still hesitated.

“Althaia, please. I would never intentionally put you and Cara in danger. Trust me.” He looked sincere with his pleading expression.

“Come on.” Cara nudged me and I gave in. He looked relieved, and we followed him to where he came from. This place was like a maze with so many passages. It felt impossible to navigate around.

“You can change here. I will keep an eye out.” Michael led us to a dim area and handed us the duffel bag he carried with him before turning around to give us privacy.

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