"Run!" Rhys's rough voice cut through the darkness as a bullet shattered the window above us.
"They're already at the door!" I gasped, scrambling backward as the wooden frame splintered under a heavy boot.
He grabbed my wrist, yanking me toward the narrow back stairwell just as flashlights swept across the low-rent safehouse. "Don't look back, Vivienne. Move!"
Snow hissed against the alley door as Rhys kicked it open, dragging me into the freezing Croatian night. The Zagreb syndicate hunters were right behind us, their heavy footsteps pounding against the icy cobblestones. A volley of gunfire echoed off the high brick walls, throwing sparks into the dark.
Rhys didn't slow down. He pivoted sharply around a corner, pulling me into the shadows of a narrow lane. "In here! Fast!"
"Rhys, my
