Chapitre 61: | Wolf At The Door

Ava ran over to the nearest window. Thankfully, the sound of Stroke's music was booming dully down the corridor and covered the sound of splitting wood as she used the crowbar to lever off a panel and smashed through the dirty glass so she could see outside.

She swore. The bathroom overlooked the street and safety – but the only way out was a sheer drop down at least three stories.

'Ava?' there was a loud banging on the door. 'C'mon, who takes five minutes to use the bathroom?'

'I – I'm nearly through!' she shouted.

'Hey, the door's jammed. What are you doing in there?'

'I …' She wished she knew. 'I'll be two minutes. It's not like I can get out, right?'

Right.

But Stroke was bored with waiting. And from the way he was beating at the door, he was coming in whether she was ready or not.