CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The gunshot split the air like thunder trapped inside the old mill. Concrete dust rained from the rafters as the bullet tore past Lila’s shoulder, missing her by inches and sparking off a rusted pipe behind her.
Lila dropped instantly, rolling behind a pile of decaying wooden crates with surprising grace. The tablet flew from Elena’s hands and skittered across the floor, screen cracking on impact.
“Down!” Lila shouted, her voice no longer calm but sharp with command.
Elena threw herself behind a rusted conveyor belt, heart slamming against her ribs.
The metallic scent of gunpowder mixed with the damp rot of the abandoned factory. Her ears rang, muffling the sound of footsteps pounding on the metal catwalk above.
Another shot cracked…lower this time, aimed at where Lil
