Mikhail
The sound of Liliana's gun hitting the concrete floor echoed through the basement like a gunshot. I closed my eyes for a split second, cursing silently. Our element of surprise was gone.
“Well, well,” Anton's voice drifted down from above, filled with smug satisfaction. “Sounds like our guests have arrived early.”
I grabbed Liliana's hand and pulled her behind a stack of wooden crates just as heavy footsteps thundered down the basement stairs. My heart pounded against my ribs, but my mind was crystal clear. I have been trained my entire life for this kind of situation.
“Stay low,” I whispered against her ear. “When I move, you follow. Don't think, just move.”
She nodded, her green eyes wide with terror. Even scared out of her mind, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever see
