The fire raged behind them, but Liam didn’t stop running until they were far enough away. Only then did he turn to Mia, his hands gripping her shoulders.
“Are you hurt?” His voice was rough, desperate.
Mia shook her head, still catching her breath. “No. But… is it over?”
Liam looked back at the warehouse, the flames consuming everything. Adrian had been shot—twice. Even if he had survived the bullets, there was no way he could have escaped the explosion.
“It’s over,” Liam said, but something in his gut twisted.
Adrian had always been too smart, too calculating. Would he really go down that easily?
Mia exhaled, her shoulders sagging. “Then why don’t I feel relieved?”
Liam had no answer for that.
Dain’s Warning
Minutes later, Dain pulled up in a black SUV. He leaned out the window,
