Aria
The gunshots rang through the tunnel like an explosion, and for a moment, I thought I had lost everything. My body was shaking from the aftermath, my heart still racing in my chest as the sound echoed off the cold stone walls.
I stayed crouched on the ground, trying to keep my breathing steady, but my mind was whirling. I couldn’t tell if the man who had grabbed me was dead or just wounded. All I knew was that the men around us were retreating, fear in their eyes, and confusion on their faces.
I turned to Marcus, who was standing just a few feet away. His face was hard, his eyes locked on the men who were now backing away, their hands raised in surrender. But he wasn’t focused on them. His eyes were on me intense, determined, and filled with something I couldn’t quite place.
“Aria
