I didn't have much time to think. Honestly, my body moved on its own.
It wasn't until I was covering Luther's body with my own behind the stone counter of the kitchen, I could finally grasp what happened.
Not because of my raised pulse or the deafening sound threatening to break my eardrums, but because of my wife's shivering.
I covered his ears more tightly as my hearing was still recovering slowly.
Thick smoke surrounded us, burning out lungs and making our eyes water.
I pushed Luther's head deeply in my collarbone as I covered it rapidly with my shirt.
We were not safe yet.
Far from it.
I could hear the steps reaching the door.
Was Tom still alive?
Was Damian? Was he the one who sold Luther's location out?
Questions that could still await their answers.
I grabbed Luther and took a run to the passage to the basement.
