Sparks exploded overhead as the titanium ceiling buckled, showered us in white-hot debris. Ethan slammed his weight down over me, flipping us across the central bed in a single harsh motion. His bare body locked over mine as a human shield. The high-pitched scream of a thermal drill ripped through the chamber. Burning insulation rained across his shoulders, searing his skin, but his grip never loosened.
His heavy hand remained locked around my waist like an iron band. He pinned my hips beneath his, crushing me into the mattress to stop me from scrambling toward the falling wreckage.
"Don't move," he growled into my neck, his body tensing as the ceiling fully breached.
A thick tactical rope dropped through the smoking hole, swaying above us. Ethan reacted instantly. Without releasing my
