Gunfire rang out, sharp and deafening, cutting through the chaos like a blade.
Timothy crouched low, his eyes scanning the room as bullets ricocheted off metal and concrete. "Stay down," he ordered Camilla, shielding her with his body behind a pile of shattered crates. And if I wasn't in a deadly situation, I would've fantasied about their posture coming straight from a romance-action movie!
I pressed my back against the wall, trying to ignore the searing pain in my shoulder from where the leader had gripped me moments before. Sebastian was ahead, moving with deadly precision, his expression cold and focused. He fired two clean shots, sending two guards dropping to the ground and my breath cut. The rumors weren't rumors!
The air smelled of gunpowder and fear, and my heart was racing so fast I thought it might give out on me.
"I don't like this," Camilla whispered shakily, clutching Timothy's arm.