Eleanor’s POV.
“Someone’s at the door,” I state as the doorbell chimes again.
“Who’s at the door?” Ren’s voice calls through the phone.
“Stay here,” Paul commands, passing the phone to me, and taking it off of speakerphone. I placed the phone to my ear.
“Speak to me, Ellie,” Ren practically begs me as my breath caught in my chest.
“Paul’s checking the peephole,” I whisper in the phone.
“Where are you?” Ren asks me quickly.
“Sitting in the living room,” I reply, my heart beating against my ribs.
“Get up.” Ren’s voice was clipped as he directed me where to go. I stood without thinking. Not knowing where I was going. “Head to the window. The one with the fire escape. Just stay there. It’s blocked by the brick wall.”
“I can’t see him if I stand there,” I harshly whisper to Ren.
“Yeah, and a bullet would be slowed by the brick wall,” Ren says. There was a flurry of fingers on a keyboard resounding behind his voice.