Samantha's POV
Echoing in the little corridor, the wailing alarm sent waves of panic across me. Alex turned to face the exit; his face was austere; his grip on my arm tightened more than required, as though he were anchored in the maelstrom. I could feel his anxiety and the wariness in his motions as we raced ahead.
"Who set off the alarm?" My voice was hardly audible above the deafening sound, I questioned.
"Would It matter?" Alex answered sharply, his voice tense. We have to escape here before Jared's army shows up.
Lucas moved quickly next to us still flashing his pistol. Though his face stayed a mask of tranquility, his eyes were keen and always looking for threats. Having never seen him this intentional, it made me question just how terrible things may have gotten.
I glanced mom
