Chapter 6 — The Boom

And then, over my own ragged breathing, a heavy metallic boom rang against the outside of the door.

“Is anyone in there?” a rough voice shouted through the steel.

Another impact shook the frame.

“Clara!”

And my blood ran cold for an entirely new reason, because I knew that voice, and it belonged to the last man on earth I expected, or, at that time, wanted to hear: Marcus Vance.

For five years I had counted Marcus as my bitterest enemy.