Page 80 of The Enemy Face Off

Talk about a dream guy.

He gently presses the side of his leg against mine, and a shudder rolls through me.

A big shudder.

Actually, it's more like a tremor.

And I'm not the only one feeling it.

The minister pauses, and a low murmur breaks out amongst the assembled guests.

And then we hear it.

The unmistakable sound that can only mean one thing.

"Earthquake!" someone yells out.

Horrified shrieks fill the air as people rush to their feet, clamoring toward the nearest exit.

Despite knowing I have to move, I'm temporarily frozen, in shock that mother nature is ruining Evie's wedding—again.

Thankfully, Milo's got his wits about him. He grabs me by the wrist and guides me in front of him. "We need to get out of here."

With his hand pressed firmly in the small of my back, he leads me toward the nearest double doors.

People are panicking all around us, but not Milo. As if his touch wasn't reassuring enough, he keeps saying, "Keep going,we're going to be all right," into my ear as we move swiftly along with the crowd of fleeing people.

And then it happens.

A thunderous crack that makes everyone turn their heads toward the front of the church right as a massive chunk of the ceiling caves in.

"Evie!" I scream, because that's where Evie and Fraser and the minister were standing not less than a minute ago.

We've reached the double doors, and Milo nudges me through them. "Go!" he shouts to be heard over the screams. "Find shelter!"

And then he then turns, racing back inside the crumbling building.

"No!" I yell after him, but I'm being pushed away, caught up in the stream of people frantically pouring out of the church. "Nooo!" I cry again even though it's futile, before spinning around and running to…I don't know where to go.

Staff from the venue are directing people to several temporary shelters scattered throughout the grounds.

I get shoved…right next to Summer.

"Oh my goodness, Summer!" We embrace. "What about Evie?"

"Shhhh." She pats my back as I sob into her shoulder. "She'll be okay. They all will be."

I pull back, tears streaming down my face. "Milo went back in."

"He what?"

"He went back in. He made sure I got out safely, and then he turned around and ran back inside."

Summer's eyes widen. "He'll be okay, too."

I know she has no way of knowing that, but I cling to her words anyway.

She peels open her purse and yanks out her phone. "Shoot," she grumbles. "No reception."

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