Liam’s pulse beat in his ears as he grabbed Daniel by the arm, jerking him backwards. The staccato sound of gunshots boomed on the concrete rooftop, and the intense heat from the blazing chopper was suffocating. Jasmine stood at the edge of the flames, her gun pointing directly at them, the firelight creating sinister shadows on her face.
“How could you?” Liam's voice was hoarse with surprise as he faced her, his heart split between rage and the betrayal that stabbed at him. Once, Jasmine had been a faithful friend—someone he had battled beside on the most perilous operations. She was cold, calculated, a member of the adversary right now standing before him.
"I was never on your side," Jasmine said, glistening with delight. “You were just too blind to see it.”
“You fought with us!
