And there’s no panic there.
No surrender.
Just trust.
Like she already believes I’m coming for her.
That destroys whatever control I had left.
I fire.
One man drops instantly.
Shift.
Fire again.
Another slams backward into the dirt.
Not enough.
Still not enough.
There are too damn many of them.
“Russ!” Lucas shouts somewhere behind me. “Move!”
No.
Absolutely not.
I surge forward again.
Olivia twists violently in the man’s grip and drives her elbow into his throat hard enough to stagger him.
For one second she almost breaks free.
Then another set of hands grabs her.
“No—!”
The sound tears straight through me.
I fire again.
Too close now.
Too dangerous.
Doesn’t matter.
“I’m coming!” I shout.
I don’t even know if she hears me over the gunfire.
I say it anyway.
Then suddenly hands slam into me from behind.
