The heavy blast door slammed shut with a metallic screech that rattled my teeth, but Ethan was already moving. He hauled me up over his shoulder in one violent motion, my stomach crashing against his hard body as he fired his sidearm through the thick black smoke. Three advancing syndicate enforcers returned fire, their rounds pinging off the heavy metal frames around us.
Hot shell casings rained down over my bare legs, burning my skin as Ethan squeezed off single-handed precision shots. The deafening cracks of his weapon echoed down the corridor. He dropped two guards before they could even level their rifles, his free arm locked around my thighs like a steel vise, holding me completely secure while he maneuvered through the crossfire.
"Hold on!" Ethan barked, his voice raw against the
