CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:
Mace’s voice slithered through the speakers hidden in the trees. “Come on in, Voss. I’ve been waiting. Bring your pretty little wife too. I wouldn't want her to miss the show.”
Lyra’s grip tightened on her gun, heart slamming so hard she could feel it in her teeth. Dimitri pulled her behind a thick oak, his body tense as coiled wire.
“Stay close,” he breathed. “He’s trying to rattle us.”
“It’s working,” she whispered back. “If he hurts anyone else because of me—”
A gunshot cracked nearby. Viktor dropped with a grunt, clutching his arm. “Go! I’ll slow them down.”
Dimitri cursed. “Not leaving you.”
“You damn well are,” Viktor snarled. “Get your family. I’ll catch up.”
Lyra grabbed Dimitri’s hand. “We have to move. Now.”
They ran low through the underbrush, boots
