The night air was thick with the scent of smoke, blood, and gunpowder. The once-pristine halls of the Callahan estate were now riddled with bullet holes, shattered glass, and bodies—silent testaments to Marco Romano’s wrath.
Adriana felt lightheaded, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to keep pace with him. The effects of the drug Kieran had used on her hadn’t fully worn off, but she wouldn’t let that slow her down. Not now. Not when they were so close to getting out of here.
Marco’s grip on her wrist was firm, but not rough. He wasn’t dragging her like she was some fragile thing. He was leading her, guiding her through the chaos as though he refused to let anything—anyone—take her from him again.
“Adriana, can you run?” His voice was low, urgent.
She swallowed, nodded des
