The Betrayal

"Flora, go!"

Lorne's voice broke through the mayhem, hard and insistent. He had her arm and pulled forward as the walls appeared to press in on them. The air was thick with dust, concrete and sweat clingy, like a wet second skin.

She stumbled but kept moving. Her legs screamed with every step, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but getting away. But Adrian-

She twisted her head around. "We have to go back."

Lorne didn't break stride. "We can't."

Flora braked, her ...