Salvation... Sort Of

Dane

He rolled out of bed so quickly Lila gasped and groaned because he'd jostled her rib. But Dane couldn't take his eyes off Chris's wide-eyed face.

His brother looked left and right before he slipped into the room, mostly closing the door behind him, but leaving a sliver of light coming in through a crack and turned to face Dane who stood in front of him, arms at his sides, feet shoulder width apart, and his head buzzing with confusion. 

It couldn't be. This wasn't possible. How had he done this? "What—Chris, how?"

"There's no time," Chris hissed. "We followed your trail—nice touch leaving the car. It's housekeeping night and the team has got the security guy knocked out, but your dad's only in the next building. I can only get one of you out, and we have to go now!"

"Take Lila," Dane said without hesitation.