Chapter 93

Dylan glances behind us, grips my shoulder,

pushing me against the wall as he steps in front of me. His hands

find my waist, position me directly behind him so he shields me

from the colonists. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs. I can hear

footsteps running down the corridor, towards us. “I’m not letting

them take you from me again.”

Then I see the keypad beside the door.

Without thinking, without even wondering if it’s going to work, I

tap in the code Conlan gave me, 23761Please,I

pray, feeling the raised Braille digits beneath my fingers.

Please.

Nothing.

The door stays shut.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I risk a glance over

my shoulder, around Dylan, and they’re coming closer now, Ramsey

and Maclin, not really running because they know we don’t have

anywhere to go. They’re like jackals advancing on a wounded animal,

they’re enjoyingthis, it’s a game to them, I can see the

gleam in their eyes and their evil grins and please no, the code

has to work, it just HAS to.