the shoulder before taking out his phone and opening the map.
“And you sure as hell are his uncle.” I grinned and his mouth hooked up with pride.
“We’re only two blocks away from my car, come on.” He jogged away and I headed after him, ignoring the burning stitch in my side as the desperation to put as much distance between us and those soldiers as possible took over every other instinct in my body.
We finally made it to Niall’s car which was parked up in a quiet suburban street and my brows arched at the huge black Jeep Wrangler.
I climbed into the passenger seat as Niall started it up and tossed his phone in the cupholder with directions loaded into the map.
“Kyan shared his location with me.” He smirked, pushing his tattooed hand through his blonde hair to shove it out of his face.
I beamed with joy, my heart pounding excitedly. “Let’s go swoop in and save their asses.”
He grinned like a demon. “That’s the fucking spirit.”
O ur tent was laid out with basic bunks, each with a blanket, pillow and little else. It was big enough to house ten, but Kyan had made quick work of scaring off the other people who had been in here, affording us some level of privacy while we waited for Niall to get here and cause enough of a distraction for us to escape.
I was sitting on my bunk with Nash beside me and Kyan sitting on his opposite us, his knees brushing mine with how closely packed the beds were. Saint stood ramrod straight between the bunks, arms folded, contempt burning hot in his dark eyes and an aura of 'I shall die before I so much as touch one of those so-called beds' hanging about him.
I mean, he had a point. These things were uncomfortable and beyond basic, but I wasn't really keen on staying on my feet for hours on end rather than just taking a perch. It must have been damn hard work being inside that dude's head all the time.
"Have you heard anything since you shared your location?" Monroe asked and Kyan took his phone from his boot, checking it and shrugging.
"Nope. But the service here is next to fucking nothing so for all I know they can't get a message out to me or I can't get one to come in. Either way this thing is starting to run seriously low on juice and at this rate the battery will die without us even knowing what's happening out there."
"You will substantially lessen the amount of time the battery will last if you keep on illuminating the screen," Saint growled, reaching out to take the phone from Kyan who gave it up easily. "I'll close down any apps which don't need to be running and put it on low power mode, then for the love of all that's holy to you, stop looking at the fucking thing until it goes off."
"Sure thing," Kyan agreed, not even bothering to argue as he took it back and slid it into his boot once more.
Saint wasn't the only one of us on edge, but we weren't about to turn on each other. We might have bickered and fought when we were on our own time, but when shit mattered, we were a unit. The Night Keepers. All in and no turning back.
We'd already discussed as many plans as possible for how we were going to get ourselves out of here but when it came down to it, it was simple. There was a fence surrounding this place and we needed to get the fuck over it. Or under it. Through it. Whatever way, beyond the fence was where we needed to be at.
Our brief amount of planning with Niall had drawn us all to the decision that he needed to be in position to the north of the camp to be in with the best chance of avoiding the notice of the armed forces who were all coming and going from the south. But even that was a bit of a shot in the dark, the military weren’t idiots. They'd have eyes watching in every direction surrounding this place. We were just counting on being able to lose them in the forest and then figuring out the rest from there.
"Which one is it?" a female voice came from somewhere beyond the tent.
"Sixteen-eighty," a man replied. "All four of them came in together - said they were brothers but that sure as