“Don’t move.”
The voice is wrong.
Not Adrian. Not Zee. Too calm. Too sure.
My body reacts before my brain does.
I twist, elbow driving back hard, heel slamming down into someone’s instep. There’s a grunt...satisfying, brief...and then everything explodes at once.
Glass shatters.
Gunfire rips through the room.
Christmas lights burst overhead, sparks raining like dying stars.
I dive behind the overturned table, heart hammering so hard it hurts, lungs burning with the taste of smoke and pine needles from the stupid tree Ivy insisted on setting up. The irony hits even as I roll...peace on earth my ass.
“Luna!” Zee’s voice cracks through the chaos. “Back corridor...now!”
I crawl, drag myself low as bullets chew through the walls. Plaster sprays. Something hot slices my arm. I don’t st
