Avery’s POV
The gunshot cracked through the hallway, sharp and deafening.
Instinct took over.
I dove to the side, barely registering the blur of motion as Noah grabbed my arm and yanked me behind cover. The bullet struck the wall where I had been standing a second ago, sending a spray of plaster into the air.
"Move!" Dominic barked, already drawing his own weapon.
Noah shoved me behind a marble pillar, pressing his back against it as Lisa took another shot. The bullet embedded itself in the wood of a nearby door.
I gasped for breath, my pulse hammering. Lisa’s footsteps clicked against the floor as she advanced, slow and deliberate.
"You never should have come here," she called out, her voice eerily calm. "You had your chance to walk away."
Noah shot me a look—silent communication.
