Gunfire erupted the moment Aiden’s hand sliced through the air. Muzzle flashes lit up the rusted shipyard like jagged lightning, bullets sparking off metal beams and tearing into the ground. Elena ducked instinctively as Damian pulled her behind a toppled crate, Michael firing back with deadly precision.
The roar of chaos swallowed everything, shouts, metal groans, the sharp hiss of bullets slicing the wind.
“Elena, stay down!” Michael shouted, reloading in one smooth motion.
Damian grabbed her shoulders, forcing her lower as another barrage shattered the beam above their heads. “Don’t move. I mean it.”
“I’m not leaving you,” she shot back, breath shaking as she pressed against the cold metal.
He didn’t look at her, his focus was on the shadows moving fast, closing in, tightening the
