The deafening crash of the door exploding inward sent a shockwave through the small lodge. Claire instinctively ducked behind the overturned table, her heart pounding in her chest. Splinters of wood and shards of glass flew through the air, the cold wind roaring into the room.
John’s voice cut through the chaos. “Stay low! Don’t let them pin you down!”
Robert’s men stormed into the lodge, their guns raised and their faces hidden behind black masks. The faint glow of their flashlights illuminated the room, creating disorienting shadows that danced on the walls.
Alexander moved like a phantom, sliding between the debris and firing precise shots. Two of Robert’s men dropped before they could react, but more surged forward, their shouts mixing with the echo of gunfire.
Claire clenched her
