Maggie’s hand landed firm on Madeline’s shoulder, the warmth barely cutting through the cold shock flooding her veins. Gunfire still cracked across the room, each report jarring her senses, but Madeline’s eyes stayed locked on Nadya’s motionless form, her mind struggling to catch up to what had just happened.
Norma’s voice cut through the din like a whip. Boom! Her last shot slammed into the far wall, scattering two of Graves’ men into cover. “That’s the last of ’em in my line,” she barked.
Jorge was already dropping to his knees beside Claire. Her chest rose shallowly, a bloom of red spreading under his hands as he pressed hard to slow the bleeding. “Stay with me, chica. You hear me?” His voice was low but urgent, the kind of tone meant to drag someone back from the edge.
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