This was his plan.
I hit Romeo so hard that the both of us couldn’t keep our footing, our bodies and minds already struggling with the lack of oxygen in the room. We flew into the makeshift bedroom, and somehow, I scrambled across the floor to slam the door shut.
Flick.
Nothing.
Trying to climb to my feet, I focused on the window. It was boarded up. But we could—
Flick.
WOOSH.