Becky's POV
The gunshot pierced the quiet tension like a clap of thunder across the courtyard. My breath seized in my throat, and the world slowed for a brief fraction of a second. Wolfe's smile wavered as his eyes shot toward the source. This was not what he expected. Neither were we.
Leo was already moving, his eyes keen with attention, dragging me behind him as he squared off against Wolfe. "Go, Becky," he said, his voice tight but under control. Leave this here.
My body was motionless, I shook my head. Not without you.
Wolfe laughed low, but his posture changed in a way that suggested unease. He drawled, his voice tinged with contempt: "Isn't this touching?" But you seem to be nowhere—not until we complete our work.
I turned to Marcus, standing close behind us, his face pallid an
