Haley gaped at Konstantin who now stood, gun up, his gaze hard.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins, making it feel as though she were on fire.
She could have kissed him in that moment, except Zasha's thin, shrill scream tugged them forward.
"Zasha!" Konstantin roared.
Something cracked and clanged in the bedroom. Were they through the door?
"Ivana? Ivana, are you there?" Haley whispered.
No answer.
"Stay back or she dies," another man shouted.
Two were dead.
How many more were there? Just the one talking? Or could there be more?
"Why don't we talk about this?" Haley called out. "No one else has to get hurt."
"f**k you," another voice spat.
Haley held up two fingers.
Konstantin didn't look at her, but he did nod.
A four-man team made sense, especially if they'd expected Konst
