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“Cyrus, whatever you’re doing can wait. Move it now,” Eli says.

Cyrus looks at me funny, a worried look on his face, when Eli suddenly walks over and grabs his arm, ripping him from the room.

I let out the breath I’ve been holding, relieved he doesn’t have a chance to do whatever he was going to do. One thing I do know is that I need to find out why they have that cell down there.

I hear their car leave and walk to the bathroom to shower. Stripping my clothes off, I hop under the stream of water, letting the water warm me up.

Grabbing a razor, I quickly shave my legs and underarms before grabbing the shampoo and washing my hair. While scrubbing the soap, I hear a loud bang. The noise makes me jump. My heart skips a beat as I try to wash the shampoo out.

“Ada?” I hear a familiar voice yell out before hearing the sound of running on the steps.

“Sam?” I yell back, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel.

I wrap myself in it before rushing out only to run directly into him, both of us headbutting each other and falling on our backsides. My legs go up in the air in a not-so-ladylike manner, a squeal leaving my lips.

I rub my head and get up. Sam, I can see, does the same before he jumps to his feet. He grabs my arm, ripping me to my feet.

“We need to go now!” he says, pulling me away from the room.

“Calm down. They’re not here, and I am naked,” I tell him, and he stops, looking at me.

He runs back to the room before rushing back out. He shoves some clothes in my hands that aren’t mine but theirs.

“Get dressed in the car. We need to go before they realize,” he says, yanking me down the stairs while I try not to slip with my wet feet.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” I ask as he pulls me outside.

I see his car in the driveway, and he looks around nervously, like he is waiting for them to jump out.

“Sam?”

“Addie, we haven’t got time. Just get in the car, please. I will explain on the way,” he says, pushing me toward the passenger-seat door before opening it.

Sam shoves me into the car, shutting the door before racing to the other side and jumping in the driver’s seat. He tears out of the driveway in a rush. Dust and smoke go everywhere as he drives off down the long driveway. I pull the shirt over my head before maneuvering the pants under my towel, removing it, and tossing it on the back seat.

“What’s going on?” I ask him as he jerks into the highway, making me grab the handhold, the car skidding out before it regains control.

Cars behind us blare their horns as he cuts them off. He puts his foot down.

“Sam?” I yell, gripping my seat as his speed continues to climb.

“I set fire to their office,” he says, looking in the mirror, paranoid.

“You what?!”

“Don’t worry, I got what I needed first,” he says, tossing a file on my lap from between the seats.

“Wait, what are you doing here? I thought the organization sent you home.”

“They did. I spent all night driving back to get you,” he says, tapping the file.

I open it, and it is a heap of documents.

“I don’t get it. What am I looking at?” I ask, flipping the pages.

It isn’t even in English, and he expects me to read it?

“I can’t read this. Just tell me what it is,” I tell him, and I pause when a heap of photos falls out.