The ship rocked violently under another explosion, sending shards of glass and debris flying through the air. Rosalind barely managed to duck in time, her heart pounding as the realization sank in—there was no easy way out of this.
Nicholas fired another shot, but the armed men were well-positioned, cutting off every possible escape route. He growled in frustration. “They’re herding us like cattle.”
Emry cursed under her breath, scanning their surroundings. “There has to be another way.”
Tristan’s grip on Rosalind’s wrist tightened, pulling her closer behind cover. His gaze burned into her. “You know who’s behind this, don’t you?”
Rosalind swallowed hard. She did. And it made her blood run cold.
Before she could answer, a cold voice echoed through the ship’s intercom.
“Venom Rose… it
