Page 71 of Hard Ride

Oh God.Had Number One had the same idea?Had he locked them in together?The door he’d fled through was on the opposite side of the arena.By the time someone found it, or kicked down one of the other metal doors…

It was going to be too late.

A wall of fire had formed on the edge of the stage, cutting her off from Number One’s escape route.

Kyra strained and cursed.She shoved and writhed with the very real possibility of death motivating her.And yet, she barely budged the equipment, making it harder and harder to catch her breath.

Or was that the smoke, thick and dark, beginning to fill the room?

Kyra screamed and screamed but no one heard, because she’d sent them all away.

Now she was going to pay.Not only with her happiness, but with her life.

You fool!

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