Broni’s eyes filled with tears, imagining Abby’s terror.
“We’ll get her back, Broni. We have to figure a way that won’t get her killed first, though.” Broni leaned against Rhys when he pulled her up from the chair.
“I know you will. Let’s get some sleep.”
They went to their room, neither speaking until they slid into the bed.
Rhys pulled her close and Broni slid her arms around him, holding him tight, shivering in the warm night.
“Why did you try to protect me when Tank shot at me? The bullet couldn’t hurt me.”
“Reflex. I’m so used to protecting you I didn’t think,” Broni admitted.
He loomed over her in the darkness. “If you died on Earth, what would happen?”
Broni was silent.
“Broni?” His voice turned harsh.
“If I die on Earth, then Cara will come for my soul.”
“Where will she take it?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“How do you go home again?”
“I don’t.”
Chapter 27
Broni moved through the silent street, trying to remain in the shadows for the brief moments they would last; the sun would be up soon. She had sneaked out of the clubhouse while everyone still slept.
She edged a little closer, seeing the bikes parked outside the YMCA the Road Demons had taken over. Broni was sick at the thought of how many survivors they had killed taking it. The government had already disposed of the bodies while the few survivors that remained were held captive inside to serve them.
And Abby was now one of them. She swore she would kill Tank for kidnapping her and giving her to the monsters inside.
Adam and the men were planning their attack after having Balder watching them the last three days. Broni had every confidence they would succeed, but in the meantime, Abby was suffering. She knew the men in the club better than they did. If they were like the ones she’d left behind, they would be passed out. She was going to take the opportunity to steal Abby back.
Gripping her sword hidden under her cloak, she walked confidently toward the building with her heart in her throat.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A thin scraggly youth guarded the door.
“Tank sent for me.” The boy nodded, opening the door.
Broni inched inside to a large, empty room with broken furniture, glass, and trash everywhere. The stench was terrible. When Broni accidently kicked a bottle that had rolled across the floor, she paused, unsure of where to go now.
Taking a deep breath to gather her courage, she began searching the rooms, and what she found sickened her. Broni hated to leave anyone behind, but knew she wouldn’t stand a chance of taking more than Abby with her.
She slowly unlocked a small door, peeking inside. The flickering light showed it was a small closet, and sitting on the floor was the child Broni recognized from the fire. She had aged since she had last seen her, however Broni easily recognized her.
Broni squatted down before her. “Zandra? Can you hear me?”
The girl’s frightened eyes flickered open and she was about to scream whenBroni quickly put her hand over the girl’s mouth.
“Sh… they’ll hear me. I can help you get out of here, but you have to stay quiet, okay?”
The terrified girl nodded her head. Broni carefully removed her hand. “Okay, follow me and be as quiet as you can.”