Chapter 47

Panting, Grady pointed toward another closed door opposite the bathroom and then leaned heavily against me like the effort had done him in.

"Get back here, you little bitch," Lager shouted, his hand wriggling through the hole in the door. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you, you fucking cunt."

 "Is Archer in trouble?" I held to Grady to prop him up and practically dragged him across the room toward a door on the right wall.

Grady leaned harder against me. "Yes," he ground out. "Faust caught him first while we set the fire, so I came after him."

Lager's continued fury needled into my back, and I knew he'd carry out every single promise he was making. But he was still trapped for now, hopefully with no more bullets to shoot his way out, and we had to get to Archer.

Panic sealed up my chest. "Is Archer in here?" I asked, though it sounded more like begging.

"No," he said between pants. "But maps of the Crimson Forest are."