Chapter Thirty-Two
Sophia kept moving. If she stopped, she was dead. With Czarina pressed against her back and her bursts of fire making Sophia’s ears ring, Sophia knew she had the support she needed to carve through the distracted clusters of Denton’s Blue Berets. There weren’t many, but they were well trained.
The only reason Sophia and Czarina had made it this far without being torn to ribbons was because Czarina was supposed to be on their side and Sophia was dressed as a Blue Beret—she’d even scavenged a helmet from their first engagement in the dining concourse. Their most effective weapon right now was the element of surprise.
Slave mode scared her.
But right now it was all she had.
Ahead of them, gunfire rattled the concourse and reverberated toward them. It concealed the nois
