Coby said upstairs and that’s all I’m thinking right now, upstairs, upstairs—
“Dae,” Delia cries out as I burst through the swinging door. “My God, is that McBane out there? What’s going on? What—”
“Upstairs!” I grab her elbow as I rush by.
She doesn’t need any prompting—she gets a glimpse of the men out in the main room and that’s all she needs to see before she’s hiking her skirt up around her knees, racing for the steps. “Maeve!”
The girl’s by the stove, stirring the soup. She looks up and sees the fear on my face and freezes, her eyes wide as dishes.
“Maeve,” Delia calls out from halfway up the stairs, “come on, honey. Dae, she’s not—”
“I got her.” I slide to a stop, already turning, my back twisting painfully but I have to get upstairs, Coby said to take the women upstairs, th
