Pain pulsed through Amelia’s shoulder, but she forced herself to focus. Panic wouldn’t help her now.
Dominic crouched beside her, his expression taut with barely contained fury. Owen was already moving, checking the windows, scanning for movement.
“They’ll regroup,” Owen muttered. “We’ve got minutes—if that.”
Dominic nodded. “We need to get out of here.”
Amelia clenched her jaw. “I can walk.”
Dominic’s sharp gaze snapped to her. “You’re shot.”
“It’s a graze.” She pushed herself up, biting back a wince. “I’m not slowing you down.”
Something in his expression darkened. He didn’t argue, but the tension in his body was dangerous.
Owen tossed Dominic a set of car keys. “I parked out back. No trackers. We move now.”
Dominic helped Amelia to her feet, his touch careful despite the fire i
