CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The white powder kept falling like silent, poisonous snow, clinging to Elena’s eyelashes and turning every breath into fire.
Her wounded arm burned where the bullet had grazed it, blood soaking through the makeshift bandage Jax had tied with his own shirt.
The red emergency lights pulsed like a dying heartbeat through the thickening haze, making the abandoned mill feel like the inside of a wound.
Jax dragged her deeper into the narrow service corridor, his arm locked around her waist, coughing hard as the toxin clawed at his lungs, too.
“We’ve got maybe twenty minutes left,” he rasped. “There has to be another way out…vents, loading bay, anything. Lila won’t let her own sister die. She needs you.”
Elena’s legs were turning to lead. Numbness crawled from her f
