For the first time ever, Campbell felt a niggling of panic spark to life in the back of his brain.
He’d been knocked down before. Had been bloodied and bruised beyond recognition. But never before had he felt like he had so much to lose. Like never before, this mission mattered. Not because he felt obligated to complete the job, but because he didn’t like the idea that he might let Mia down or, if he was being honest with himself, lose her. Already she meant more to him than he was ready to admit.
As he lay there on the cold, hallway floor, blood pooling around him, he ached at the thought of watching this creature take her away from him. How could he allow that to happen?
* * *MIA FOUND HIS GUN, and with shaking hands, stood with legs braced apart, feet back from the door, pointing the
