Leila's heart slammed against her ribs as she saw the man’s finger move toward the trigger. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up—she dove to the side, rolling across the cold concrete just as a deafening gunshot rang out.
The bullet missed her by inches, shattering the ground where she had just been crouched. Leila's ears were ringing from the sound, her pulse racing as she scrambled for cover. Ethan, too, moved swiftly, firing two quick shots in return, hitting one of the assailants square in the chest. The man crumpled to the ground, motionless.
But there was no time to celebrate the victory. The second gunman was still coming, moving with lethal precision as he closed in on them, his eyes cold and unrelenting.
Ethan swore under his breath, grabbing Leila’s arm and pulling
