Chapter Twenty-EightMatching actions to words, I drop into a pushup position on the floor.
Vlad does the same, his movements so fast it looks like a CGI effect.
Felix follows suit, grunting as he hits the floor. His landing might not have been as graceful as mine.
At the same instant, machine gunfire bursts out, like some heavy-metal drums from hell.
Thank goodness Rose is on mute right now. If I feel like screaming, she’s probably waking up the dead with her panicked yells.
Felix points his gun up like a periscope. The screen shows the door and the wall behind us riddled with bullets.
I swallow my heart back into my chest and exchange a grim glance with Felix.
If we hadn’t ducked in time, we’d be dead—and even Vlad would be inconvenienced, at the very least.
But then, could I have
