CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Gunshots echoed through the fog-shrouded cemetery like sharp cracks of thunder.
Elena pressed her back against the cold marble headstone, heart slamming so hard she could feel it in her teeth. Debris from the exploded crypt still rained down…small chunks of stone and burning wood…while thick black smoke rolled across the hill like a living thing.
“Elena!” Lila’s voice cut through the chaos again, closer this time but strained. “Run toward the river path! I’ll cover you!”
Jax grabbed Elena’s arm, pulling her low as another bullet whined overhead and shattered a nearby angel statue.
“We stick together,” he growled. “No splitting up. Not now.”
They scrambled on hands and knees between graves, the wet grass soaking their knees, the smell of gunpowder and scorched mar
