But Kiara and Becky were on him in seconds, driven by fury and adrenaline, their determination unshakable. With a fierce resolve, they lunged, grabbing hold of his coat just as his fingers grazed the doorknob.
He jerked forward, struggling violently to free himself, but Becky’s grip was iron, her breath ragged, eyes wild with determination. “You’re not running from this!” Becky growled, tightening her hold.