The sound of bullets slamming into glass echoed through the house. I grabbed Laura's arm, pulling her around the countertop.
"Get on the ground," I ordered in a rushed tone. I dropped to the ground, taking the safety off my gun in alert.
Laura lowered herself, nervously crouching beside me. "You knew he was coming, didn't you?"
I frowned before looking at Laura. "I had a hunch," I blankly stated.
"And you didn't think to warn me?" She scoffed in disbelief. "Unbelievable. You know this is so typical of you. You haven't changed one bit."
"Don't start. I didn't have time to explain. There's a lot that you don't know about. And you should stay curious unless you want to die."
As I said those words, the gunfire ceased. The sound of heavy boots hitting against the polished wooden floors
