38StormingTazia counted shots. Quick and consistent, whoever was shooting had some hardware. It had to be Conn or Soren. Perhaps both! Well, whoever it was, she’d take it.
She needed her captor to release her from the chair so she could haul ass out of there, but he remained sheltered against the wall in-between the windows, out of reach of both sunlight and the mysterious shooter.
“Let me go, Giovanetti! Whoever that is, they’re not my friend! I can help defend you!”
Incredulous, he shook his head. Another shot rang out, this time directed at the window beside him. It shattered the tinted glass so that a floor-to-ceiling wide beam of sunlight erupted into the room.
The sun swiped by Tazia at an angle, cutting a little across her left side and onto her face, the glare momentarily blind
