You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
"They said Isaiah was gone," said Mia in a small voice. "We should just be able to leave,<br />
right?"<br />
"Those men haven't left in hours," I said. "They could be wrong. We can't do anything stupid."<br />
Carefully, Mason opened the door to our room and peered out into the empty hallway. "Think<br />
there's a way outside down here?"<br />
"That'd make our lives easier," I muttered. I glanced back at the others. "Stay here. We're going<br />
to check out the rest of the basement."<br />
"What if somebody comes?" exclaimed Mia.<br />
"They won't," I assured her. I was actually pretty sure there was no one else in the basement;<br />
they would have come running with all that racket. And if anyone tried to come down the stairs,<br />
we would hear them first.<br />
Still, Mason and I moved cautiously as we scouted around the basement, watching each other's<br />
backs and checking around corners. It was every bit the rat's maze I remembered from our<br />
initial capture. Twisted hallways and lots of rooms. One by one, we opened each door. Every<br />
room was empty, save for the occasional chair or two. I shuddered, thinking that all of these<br />
were probably used as prisons, just as ours had been.<br />
"Not a goddamned window in this whole place," I muttered when we'd finished our sweep.<br />
"We've got to go upstairs."<br />
We headed back toward our room, but before we got there, Mason caught hold of my hand.<br />
"Rose …"<br />
I stopped and looked up at him. "Yeah?"<br />
His blues eyes—more serious than I'd ever seen them— looked down at me regretfully. "I<br />
really screwed things up."<br />
I thought about all the events that had led to this. "We screwed things up, Mason."
Change language