POV: Maya
Time fractured into slow motion. Nathan's finger squeezed the trigger. I saw it happening, saw the mechanism engage, saw the hammer fall. The muzzle flashed bright in the darkness.
The bullet left the barrel. Silver. Deadly. Aimed directly between my eyes. I couldn't move. The warriors still held me down, pinning my body to the blood-soaked snow. I could only watch death come for me at nine hundred feet per second.
Then something massive slammed into me from the side.The silver bullet meant for my skull tore through flesh and bone. But not mine.
Elijah's.
He'd broken free from his chains somehow, torn through his captors with desperate strength. Threw himself between me and the gun. Between me and death.
The bullet hit him in the shoulder, spinning him sideways. We collided
