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Marcus turns back to ripping aze sweeps over me, and I wonder if I bear the marks of our car crash just like he does The bruise on the side of his head seems to have darkened and expanded as it’s settled in, and I can’t iht now

My body feels jarred and rattled all over, but I can’t pinpoint any specific area of pain—exceptbreath Bile burns ht vomit

But I nod anyway

If Marcus says we need to keep running, we keep running

How many more hours are left now? Four and a half? Can we really run for that long?

I don’t letMarcus pull me away from the wall

“Coel”

He grabs s s, already

But then his feet suddenly skid against the asphalt, stopping so abruptly I almost slam into him

A half-second later, I realize why

Carson stands fifteen feet away froun is aimed at Marcus’s chest

Marcus’s whole body goes rigid, his hand tightening on ht break

Theal us for a long tis we ran along, keeping one building between us at all ti us

And although he’s winded, it doesn’t make his hand any less steady

“Fucking finally,” he spits out Then his lips curve in a leering smile “Don’t worry I’ll tell everyone you ran like a coward”