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The truck.

The Daughters.

Helene.

I lunged, tearing around the corner as the first set of double doors closed with aclick.Coulter glanced over his shoulder, giving me that goddamn smirk as I slammed Walker’s card against the scanner.

Red.

Red.

RED!

“No!”I roared, staring through the glass as that bastard turned back around and kept walking.

I lunged, slammed Walker’s card against the scanner, and again it turned red.

“Fuck!” I punched the goddamn thing and spun, desperately searching for a way through.

The external doors. They were on a different circuit. Maybe they still worked?

I spun around and lunged, driving myself back to the cafeteria. The empty room was terrifying as I raced past the counter and toward the staff.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!”I roared and shoved past.

Get to the truck.

GET TO THE GODDAMN TRUCK!

I slammed the card against the external door scanner.

Green.

Click.

I punched the handle and barged out into the glaring sun. The light was blinding. I yanked my hand up to shield my eyes as I waited for them to adjust.

“Fuck!”My steps were too goddamn slow as I ran along the length of the building.

The closer I came to the corner, the louder the truck’s engine rumbled. By the time I hurled myself around the corner, the Daughters were already being loaded.

“Wait!”I roared, lifting my gaze to the guards herding them from the loading dock.

She wasn’t there…she wasn’t—WHERE THE FUCK WAS SHE?

I slammed my hand against the platform and leaped, hauling myself upwards. “You need to stop this!” I roared, fighting to be heard over the roar of the rumbling engine.

Coulter just gave a nod to the guard gripping the arm of a Daughter as he pushed her toward the truck’s open loading door.

“You’re making a fuckingmistake!”I stepped in front of them and jerked my gaze over my shoulder, scanning the faces already inside, and turned back to Coulter. “They aren’t ready.”

“They’re ready enough.” He muttered as his men moved in, pushing the remaining women into the back.

I jerked my gaze to Kane and Walker, but they were too busy staring at all of Coulter’s guards who seemed to come from nowhere.

Thud!

The rear door slammed closed.