Lily

If I thought running through this warehouse was torture with Dana chasing me, I was an idiot.

“Ryan!” I scream.

Still no answer. I retrace my steps back to our little hideout, take off in the same direction he did. My heart hammers. Is he hurt? Should I have taken the gun? Am I going to round the next corner and come face-to-face with Scott—Arthur? Am I already too late?

I pour on whatever speed I have left, looking for any clue.

There! That stupid cheese dust Ryan threw at them, smeared on the wall. I hang a sharp right.

“Ryan!” I shout again.

Nothing. With each step, I...