Sofia's POV
The shot echoed through the basement. Reeves crumpled to the floor, a look of surprise frozen on his face. Blood pooled beneath him, shockingly bright against the concrete.
I lowered my gun, smoke still curling from the barrel. Everyone stared at me.
"What?" I said, breaking the silence. "He was going to kill us all."
Adrian looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "You just shot a cop."
"Ex-cop," I corrected. "And I've done worse."
The house groaned above us. Concrete dust showered down like dirty snow.
"Debate my moral choices later," I said, tucking the gun into my waistband. "This place is coming down."
Victor moved first, helping Raven—no, Michael—toward the stairs. The man I'd known as The Ghost—Elijah—hesitated, looking between his mother and his twin.
"Eli,"
