The smell of burnt smoke still lingered in the air. The walls were blackened, the mattress half charred.
Emma had barely caught her breath from putting out the fire when the sound of boots stomped outside the corridor.
“What’s that smell?” a deep, rough voice thundered.
Emma froze. Diva turned, confused.
Then came the beams ... flashlights, slicing through the cracks of the half-broken door. The beams of light felt like knives cutting through the darkness.
“s**t,” Emma hissed, dragging Diva down by the wrist, hiding her near the floorboards.
Diva’s eyes widened in outrage. “How dare you pull me?” she snapped, her tone full of venom. “Do you have a death wish?”
“Shut the hell up!” Emma whispered in panic, her voice trembling. “Do you want them to find us?”
But Diva wasn’t used to b
