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“What’s your address, ma’am?”
She quickly rattled off the address.
The tapping of keys sounded over the line. “Police are on their way.”
Nylah didn’t wait to hear what the woman said next, instead hanging up and calling Liam.
The phone had rung once when she smelled it—smoke. It was subtle, but there.
Her heart stopped. They’d set a fire. They were smoking her out!
Shit, shit, shit.
She put the phone on speaker as she grabbed a towel, rushed to the sink and soaked it in water. She shoved it into the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door.
Liam answered. “Nylah—”
“People broke into the condo. I’m hiding in the bathroom, but I think they just set a fire in the bedroom!”
CHAPTER13
Liam swung the car around the corner and pressed his foot to the gas, pushing the GT to move a hell of a lot faster than was legal.
Rage pumped though his veins, hard and fast. It consumed him. Tormented him to the point the world around him went black.
Someone had broken into Nylah’s home. Had set a fuckingfire. Were they still there? Were they trying to force her out? Or had they just assumed the fire would kill her?
He took a left, tires squealing against the asphalt.
He wanted to kill the fuckers. Tear them apart with his bare hands. The need was so alive inside him, he could barely breathe.
When he finally reached her condo, he slammed his foot on the brake. Flames were visible through the broken glass in her bedroom window.
His chest constricted.
They didn’t look big, but they didn’t need to be for the smoke to get into the bathroom. For the flames to block her exit.
He shot out of the car and was halfway across the lot when a gunshot cracked. He cursed as he dropped, rolling and pulling his gun from the holster. He aimed in the direction the shot had come from and fired.
He got three rounds off, all hitting car windows, before a vehicle took off. Liam fired one more time, hitting a tire, before rising and running toward the condo.
He entered the open front door, pistol at the ready. Apart from the broken window in the living room, the space looked untouched.
When he stepped into the bedroom, his chest seized.
The fire burned all around the bathroom door.
The assholes who’d set it were going to die. Every last one of them.
Sirens sounded in the distance, but he couldn’t wait. There wasn’t enough time.
“Nylah,” Liam yelled, making sure his voice rose above the flames. “Open the door with a towel over the knob, honey, then move to the side. I’m going to run through the flames.”
There was a short pause, then the click of the lock sounded before the door opened. She met his gaze for one heartbeat before shifting out of view and calling, “Be careful.”
Most wouldn’t have heard her words…he did.
Yellow flames danced in front of him, but he only focused on the bathroom. He ran through the fire, heat singeing his arm hair, smoke thick against his face.
