I take one last look at the room and start toward the door.
That’s when I feel it.
A pressure shift.It’s subtle, as if the air itself just inhaled.
Instinct kicks in.I half-turn, hand reaching for the gun holstered at my back?—
A blow cracks against the side of my skull.
White pain blooms.My knees buckle.The world narrows to a pinpoint and then widens again in a wash of black.
Another impact.Sharp and fast, behind my ear this time.
The room tilts.
Through the ringing in my head, I hear a voice.A man’s voice.Low.
“Should’ve stayed away, Bellamy.”
And then everything goes dark.
