Sophie’s POV
The air was razor-thin, sharp with the bite of gunpowder and dust.
One second, the world was silent. The next, it was a storm.
Gunfire cracked through the hollowed-out hotel, each shot echoing like thunder in the rotting bones of the building. Shards of crystal rained from the chandelier above, slicing through the stale air as if the room itself was bleeding.
Adrian’s arm locked around my waist, dragging me down before my mind even caught up. His body pressed me into the floor, his weight protective and suffocating all at once. My breath hitched, my ears ringing from the deafening bursts.
“Move when I move,” he growled against my ear, voice like fire cutting through the chaos.
I nodded, though fear gripped me so tightly my limbs felt like stone.
He rose in a crouch, gun
