Cayden spared me a glance. “Home, now. Run!” “What about you?” I was panicking. How could he fight off four guys? “I’ll be right behind you,” he grunted, bringing an elbow down on someone attempting to take him around the waist. His eyes shot to mine again, and I understood. He couldn’t fight them off for long. He was buying time. I turned and ran. I made it to the tracks before Cayden caught up with me. I could hear yells and threats from behind us. They were chasing us. My feet slipped on the rubble around the tracks, and only Cayden’s hand clamping around mine kept me from falling. He
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