Ava Point of View
The night air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. Raven stood in the open, her breath steady despite the danger surrounding her. Dominic’s men formed a semi-circle, their guns trained on her, ready to fire at a single command. Caleb, still inside the compromised safe house, swore under his breath.
"Damn it, Raven," Caleb muttered as he checked his ammunition. "You really don’t know how to back down, do you?"
Outside, Dominic smirked, his dark eyes gleaming under the streetlights. He looked every bit the predator that he was, reveling in the control he held over the situation.
"You’ve always been bold, Raven," he called out, his voice laced with amusement. "But even you must know when to accept defeat."
Raven tilted her head slightly, her grip tightening
