Samantha’s POV
A siren call to anarchy and urgency, the sirens cried in the distance. The panic started to swell in my chest, like a tide about to sweep me over. I looked at Alex, who stood rigid and ready, then at Marcus, whose will was clear. The air hummed with approaching activity, and I knew we had to go quickly.
"Mob!" Marcus yelled, his voice cutting through the mist of anxiety enveloping me. He snatched my arm and dragged me toward the tree line. "We have to leave here before Royce's men know what's happening!!"
I had no hesitation. Adrenaline pumping through me, Alex was by my side as we raced into the trees. A continual reminder of how near danger was, the far-off sound of feet behind us resonated in the darkness.
"Which way?" asked I gasped, staring across my shoulder. Royce
