Gunfire cracked through the air like lightning splitting the sky.
Adrian’s men snapped into formation instantly, hands flying to their weapons. The whole room shifted, tension thickening, adrenaline spiking, fear sliding into place like a blade against skin.
Adrian didn’t flinch.
In fact, he smiled.
A slow, poisonous smile.
“Well,” he murmured, straightening his suit jacket as if the building wasn’t on the brink of becoming a war zone. “Your knight is early.”
Elena’s breath stuttered in her chest. She wanted to scream at the sound, because she knew that rhythm, that brutal, relentless barrage of bullets. Damian wasn’t approaching quietly. He wasn’t sneaking in or strategizing.
He was coming like a storm determined to rip the world apart.
And he wouldn’t stop until he reached her.
