EMMA
The red dot on my chest was a steady, unblinking eye, a laser-focused promise of a bullet. The oxblood silk of my dress—the dress I’d worn to the gala, the dress that now felt like a second skin of survival—seemed to pulse under the light.
"Gabriel!" I screamed again, my voice tearing through the mountain air.
I didn't wait for him. I threw myself sideways, rolling behind the heavy stone merlon just as a high-velocity round shrieked through the air where my heart had been a second ago. The stone exploded in a spray of grit and ancient dust.
"Logistics, Emma!" Damien’s voice boomed over the speakers again, dripping with that condescending, boardroom charm. "You always were so fond of a clean floor plan. But you forgot that a fortress is only as strong as its weakest link. And in th
