Layla turned back to notice the look of smirk on the dying man's face. Her heart pounded hearing Frank's words. No, I'm not going to die, her mind screamed at her. How could she, when her Michael needed her the most?
Her feet took themselves off the ground with force, blood coursing through her veins as the adrenaline kicked in. Each of her steps was more powerful than the previous one; she could notice the look of fear in Frank's eyes, stretching his hand out for her.
"Let's go!" he yelled, finally managing to get hold of her hand in one, while his other hand held Anna's. Nana, who had thankfully been taken care of by the guards, reached downstairs, her mind in a mess, concerned about Layla.
"We won't be able to make it… The bomb's gonna blast anytime." Frank's tone was one of shock, and Layla perceived the gravity of the situation.
