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Chapter Eighteen

Glenn had managed to calm his breathing down when he heard a crash overhead and a scream that could've easily been Petra. He tried to open the door and realised Petra must've locked it somehow. Glenn pushed against the far wall and kicked at the wood. Feeling it bend under the force. He gave another and the wood panelling the door gave way with a loud snap. If the lycans didn't know he was here before, they most certainly do now.
“Glenn!” Zoe yelled. He looked up in time to see Zoe thrown her arms round him, knocking him to the ground.
“Ack, what are you doing here?” Glenn asked, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.
“What am I doing here?! Saving your ass as always, idiot,” Zoe said, bapping his across the head even though he'd already knocked it once thanks to her. The sound of a loud crash echoed down and they all stared at the ceiling in unison.

“We need to leave, now,” Rowan said. Zoe nodded and stood up, holding out a hand which Glenn took.
“But Petra's still up there,” Glenn yelled. He didn't wait for objections and headed upstairs, taking two steps at a time.
“Glenn! You're going to get yourself killed,” Zoe whispered furiously behind her.
“And so might you, but you followed anyway. I won't let Petra get hurt,” Glenn replied.
“She's playing you Glenn. She's only interested in taking down Caric,” Zoe said with a sigh.
“I know that, Zoe. And I'm only interested in getting us the hell out of this crazy mess,” Glenn replied. He took her hand and they both headed up the corridor.
“Where did your pet vampire go?” Glenn asked, wondering why Rowan's objections hadn't been thrown in there.

“I...I don't know,” Zoe replied, her eyes scanning the dark hall behind. Glenn didn't waste more time thinking about Rowan, he was a vampire who could take care of himself.
“I do know this is a bad idea,” Zoe whispered. Glenn didn't respond and kept following where he thought the sounds came from. He foot hit something and he heard something slid on the wood. He held out a hand to stop Zoe moving and leant down to pick up whatever it was. In the faint light he was able to make out a piece of splintered wood. Sure enough slightly ahead was the remains of a door.
“That doesn't look good. Can we go now?” Zoe asked, her voice gaining pitch as she started to panic.
“No, I need the lycans help to get away,” Glenn said. Replacing the wood carefully so it didn't make any noise.
“We can try to run off without their help Glenn. Please, let's go,” Zoe said. 

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