Aria’s hand shook violently as the gun clattered to the floor of the safe house. Victor Lang lay on the ground a few feet away, clutching his bleeding shoulder, his face twisted in shock and fury. The metallic smell of blood filled the air.
Dante stormed into the room like a force of nature, his gray eyes wild with a mixture of rage and fierce pride. He kicked Victor’s weapon away and barked orders at his men. “Secure him! Get the medic!” Then he turned to Aria and pulled her into his chest with crushing strength. “Are you hurt? Talk to me.”
“I… I shot him,” Aria whispered, her voice cracking. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as the adrenaline began to crash. Her petite body trembled against his solid frame. “I actually pulled the trigger. I could have killed someone.”
“You saved us
