(Scarlett’s POV)
The sirens grow louder, closer. Morgan's head whips toward the sound, her composure finally cracking.
"No," she hisses. "No, this isn't how it ends."
Her men shift nervously, exchanging glances. One of them—the one who shot James—backs toward the exit. "We need to go. Now."
"We're not going anywhere!" Morgan spins on him, the gun shaking in her hand. "Not until they're all dead. Not until—"
The warehouse doors explode inward.
Dorian bursts through first, flanked by at least a dozen men in tactical gear. They move like a trained unit, spreading out and taking position with military precision.
"Scarlett!" Dorian's voice echoes through the space.
Morgan fires wildly in his direction. The shot goes wide, sparking off a metal beam.
"Get down!" Jasper tackles me sideway
