From the Ashes
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Sneak Peek of The Last Sanctuary
Terror coiled in the pit of Amelia’s stomach. The polished marble corridor stretched ahead of her, silent and empty but for the bodies.
The rat-a-tat of gunfire exploded from somewhere above her.
In just a matter of minutes, the whole world had fallen to pieces.
Now there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Amelia strained for any sound over the crashing thunder of the storm. She crouched behind the counter of a coffee bar along the corridor of Deck Ten of the Grand Voyager luxury cruise liner.
The voices came again. Two or three of them, from somewhere down the corridor. Terrorists. Ruthless killers.
They were hunting her.
Because of her father, the powerful leader of the Coalition. Because of what he’d done.
If they found her, they would use her as a bargaining chip, a pawn to get whatever they wanted from her father. They’d torture her. Then they’d kill her.
She sucked in her breath. She had to ignore the pain, the mind-numbing fear. She had to think.
The voices grew louder. They'd be on her in thirty seconds or less.
Her heart leapt into her throat. She was cornered. Trapped.
Out of time.
Thunder crashed. Waves rocked the ship. Rain lashed the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the corridor.
She had believed the terrorists were the deadliest threat on this ship.
She was wrong.
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