The hum of the city seemed to hold its breath.
Damien felt it in his bones. He tightened, head snapping toward the sound. He expected pain, heat, a sudden weight crushing him. Instead, the bullet hit iron with a screaming clank, the metal pole at the edge of the sidewalk shuddered, sparks dancing off the casing. No blood. No collapse. Just the ringing echo and the metallic scent of fear.
Liam took that split second and vanished. Before anyone could move, he was already sprinting toward his car, suit flapping, fury and fear colliding on his face. He slid in, slammed the door, and the engine roared as he peeled away like he was escaping a war zone.
“Move!” Jace barked, swinging his door open before Damien had time to think. He reached for Gwen’s hand, guiding her into the car with quick,
