Page 67 of Ferocious Nightmare

"Stop! Stop!" I ran towards them.

Coulter halted, his face turning towards me.

Dynamite exploded. The doors flew off their hinges, a loud boom blasting outward.

Like a chain reaction, the center of the warehouse collapsed, then the rest of it came tumbling after. A wave of dust expelled from the building, a giant monster of fire and ash.

Coulter disappeared before my eyes.

Screaming, I sprinted straight into the cloud of grey, powdered debris.

I coughed as it filled my lungs, fury rising within me. The Mendozas did this.

“Coulter!” I tripped over a chunk of stucco. My palms burned, bits of rubble stuck to my skin, but I stumbled to my feet. My ears rang and bile burned the back of my throat. While black blobs of men lurched and staggered towards me. I battered against the wave of men running to get out.

Eyes blinking, searching, tears running down my cheeks, tracking marks in the dust.

Until a black form caught my attention.

It was Dante, and he was standing over Coulter’s fallen body on the ground, still and unmoving.

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