Fifty-Two

Kaylee's P.O.V.

This was it. I could feel the change in the air, telling me something terrible was about to happen as Parker left the room. I glanced over my shoulder as discretely as I could to see his back for a second before he rounded the corner to leave the packhouse and was gone.

Hudson wasted no time closing the metal door and sliding the lock in place before turning back to me. "Do you need a hand getting over the dresser?"

I turned away from him, shaking my head as the lump in my throat prevented me from speaking. Parker was out there right now running toward a battle that I still didn't understand and felt wasn't necessary. Meanwhile, I was stuck here hiding. It was pathetic. I wanted to be able to help him, but I knew the only way I could, would be if I listened to him and kept myself safe so he wouldn't have to worry about me.

I glanced over the top of the long oak dresser and could see a small space between the bathtub and the piece of furniture. The tiny room seemed m