Panic.
That was the only thing coursing through Jason’s mind as he ran toward the exit Phoebe had been taken.
This wasn’t happening.
This couldn’t be happening.
Turning the corner, he arrived to see the smoke slowly clearing. Strewn about was Phoebe’s guard. Some were knocked out, others bleeding profusely, and they weren’t alone. Lying among them were unknown warriors, all of whom were dead.
Luke stumbled to his feet, helping Mona to stand and carefully inspected her. There was a rather large bump on the back of her head from when she had been knocked unconscious, but otherwise seemed unharmed. But there was no sign of Phoebe.
“What happened?” Jason snarled.
“We were headed to the vehicles when smoke canisters were dropped from above,” Luke looked up at the grandstand. “They cam
