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My eyes fall to Thorn and there’s a similar softness gracing her features. She doesn’t blame me either. But it doesn’t matter if they don’t blame me because guess what?
We’re still stuck.
Caught in a damn mousetrap.
One way in, no way out.
Loud banging erupts against the door as men try to break it down. The cracking of wood reverberates against the walls. However, above all that noise, something roars even louder.
The well.
It’s positioned in the middle of the room about forty feet away. Two huge pipes lead out of it, across the floor through the walls and a small generator is bolted to the ground a few feet away, pumping the water out. There’s still enough room in the middle to peek over and see if there’s a pipe leading away.
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He knows I’m right.
Thorn shakes her head, her voice soft and pleading. “No. Don’t.”
I don’t answer her. The banging door grows louder as does the shouting. They’ll no doubt breakthrough in a matter of minutes. “You know I’m right, Felix. There’s no other way. Not this time. You’re going to take your sister and get out of here.”
I shrug, forcing a sad smile as I continue to back up. “Besides, your lives will be easier without me. One less mouth to feed.”
“Crysta, please…” Felix begins and stops.
“Do it now, Felix!” I yell. “Help her up and get under the staircase. She can’t walk by herself.”
He hesitates before turning his back to me and picking up his little sister.
Thorn shakes her head, trying to pry her brother’s hands off. “No. No, we can’t do this. We can’t leave you. We won’t.”
“Yes, we will,” Felix murmurs.
“But…but she’s our friend,” she growls.
I chuckle. I’ve almost reached the well. “I thought we weren’t friends.”
“Don’t be an idiot, Cry,” she begs.
I shrug. “Too late for that.”
The door bursts open, wood snapping and men rushing down the stairs. I’m almost to the well as my hands clasp the empty gun behind my back. Eight men instantly surround me, blocking the stairs and seizing me up.
“End of the line, Crysta Crane,” a short, extremely broad-shouldered man with a missing hand announces.
My eyes shift from one Red to the next. “This all of you?”
The men laugh, exchanging glances and the one-hand guy whips out a gun. “Maybe, though I highly doubt you

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