Gunfire ripped through the crumbling halls.
Adrian moved like a shadow, swift and lethal, Valentina behind him, her hands trembling but steady on the trigger. The moment they stepped into the corridor, bullets shrieked past them.
“Down!” he barked, dragging her behind a stone pillar as rounds shattered against the walls.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She loaded her gun like she’d done it a hundred times.
His chest twisted. Not with fear but pride. And something else. Something dangerous.
“On my signal,” he muttered. “We don’t run. We end this.”
Valentina nodded once.
Adrian swung out from cover and fired. two shots, two kills. Blood spattered the cold floor. More of Lucien’s men charged in.
They were outnumbered.
He didn't care.
He pulled Valentina forward, covering her as t
