The air inside the cabin grew tense as the sounds of approaching footsteps grew louder. Sophia’s pulse raced in her veins, her thoughts sharp and scattered at the same time. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her the flash drive, the lives at stake, and the terrible knowledge that Salvatore’s men were closing in.
“Stay close,” James whispered, his voice firm despite the exhaustion in his eyes. He reached for his weapon, ready for whatever would come next.
Micah stood by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. “We’re not going out the way we came,” he said, his voice low. “They’ll have every exit covered.”
Sophia’s gaze flicked toward the door. It was too late to escape. They had no choice now but to face whatever was coming. She felt a fire spark inside
