Cult Ambush

“Camilla, run! ” Mateo’s critical cry cut through the cacophony of colliding metal and guttural tailbacks as I ducked behind a shattered concrete wall. Rain pounded relentlessly from the darkened sky, each drop an icy memorial of the peril ending in. I could slightly catch my breath as I gazed around the corner, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before me.

“ Lawrence’s orders were clear — we were to remain retired, ” I rumored fiercely into my comm, though ...