The scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air as Damon guided Alina out of the warehouse. His grip on her was tight, as if letting go meant she would disappear. The sound of sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder with every second.
Marco ran ahead, signaling the getaway car. "We need to move. Now."
Alina’s legs felt weak, her body still shaking from the encounter with Adrian. She had come face-to-face with death, and while she had survived, she knew this was far from over.
Damon noticed the tremor in her hands and wrapped an arm around her. "You’re safe now."
She exhaled shakily, glancing back at the burning warehouse. "But for how long?"
Damon’s jaw tightened. "As long as I’m breathing."
With that, he helped her into the car, slamming the door shut behind her.
