Sally's POV
I crouch on the floor between the bed and wall, holding Warren tight against my chest while Juliette whispers desperate prayers beside me. My entire body shakes, and my pulse pounds so hard I can feel it in my ears.
Each noise from outside makes my stomach clench. I want to disappear, to make this nightmare end, but my racing thoughts won't give me peace. I'm caught between terror and the overwhelming urge to take action. To do something meaningful.
How will I ever explain tonight to Juliette if we make it through? If any of them make it through. If Karl or Ajax or Philip... My throat constricts at the possibilities. The knowledge of what's unfolding beyond these walls makes me feel like a coward, cowering here while my mates battle for their lives. I feel completely worthless.
