Damien POV
I stood frozen for half a second, stunned by the sudden fracture in her composure, my fingers tightening around the folder.
Before I could fully reach for the gun inside the coat.
She moved.
Too fast. Too reckless. No hesitation.
Instinct took over.
I drew and fired, the shot cracking through the sewer as the bullet tore into her shoulder. Blood splattered against the stone wall.
It should've stopped her.
It didn't.
She didn't even flinch.
She crashed into me like the injury didn't exist, like pain was something she'd long ago decided didn't apply to her. Her momentum knocked the gun from my grip; it fell across the wet ground and vanished into the darkness.
This woman was insane.
I barely managed to dodge her next strike. A fist grazed my jaw. A kick slammed into my
