Reina’s POV
The masked man lifted his gun at Julian. My heart stopped. My throat burned as a scream tore out of me, but Julian moved first. He lunged at the man, knocking the gun aside. The shot cracked into the air, making the crowd shriek even louder.
They struggled hard. I saw their fists swing, bodies twisting in the smoke and noise. My chest ached with every second. Fear choked me, but I could not look away. Julian’s suit tore at the sleeve, the masked man pushing him back, but Julian fought like fire itself, his growl lost in the roar of gunshots around us.
“Run, Reina!” he shouted.
But my feet still would not obey.
Julian struck the man’s wrist, forcing the gun loose. It clattered to the ground, sliding near my knees. His eyes shot to mine,sharp, fierce,and then he shoved the w
