Page 89 of The Last True Hero
"Incoming," Colton muttered.
The handle turned as someone tried to open the main door to the cells. "Hey!" It twisted again, as the newcomer realized this way in was locked. "What the fuck?" He hammered on the door. "Who's in there? Open the door!"
“Go,” Colton said, gesturing them toward the small tunnel he'd showed them. “If you’re free, then you can come back once you get your sister. You come back for him, and you get me out too."
“But what if….” What if they killed McClain when they found him like this?
“He’s valuable to them,” Colton said, interpreting her fears. “They’ll save him for the ring."
"Why would you sacrifice yourself?" Jake demanded.
Colton looked up. "There are some debts that must be repaid. I had a hand in making McClain what he is. Maybe you don't understand that, but there are some things you can't walk away from, not if you want to live with yourself." He shrugged. "Plus, if they see me running around free they’ll shoot me on sight. It won’t be something I can just recover from either. They use silver bullets for wargs, and all the handlers down here are equipped with them. And if he's here"—he tipped his head toward Mia—"then she'll come back for him if she gets a chance."
Mia didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave McClain here alone. But as Jake dragged her slowly, she let her feet fall into line. Sage first. McClain would understand.
“I’ll come back for you,” she promised, her gaze meeting McClain’s silvery-green eyes for a moment, before she could no longer hold it.
Then Jake dragged her down the passage, just as the door broke down behind them.
