Elara’s instincts kicked in a split second before the bullets came out.
She threw her body to the side, pressing her back flat against the cold concrete wall of the corridor just as a heavy burst of automatic gunfire tore through the solid door. Wood splinters and metal fragments exploded outward into the hallway, filling the narrow space with deafening noise and choking grey smoke.
Before the shooter could step through the shattered door frame to finish her off, footsteps thundered down the corridor.
"Elara! Down!"
Lucian’s deep baritone cut through the ringing in her ears. He was outside his room in a matter of seconds and she was surprised at how fast he came out, moving with frightening speed despite his injuries.
He was bare chest and his face looked pale from the wound of ear
