I grab her arm and pull her behind the overturned metal cribs just as gunfire erupts through the doorway.
Rounds hammer the room.
Children scream harder.
Russ and Lucas return fire immediately.
Mason kicks the nursery door shut while bullets tear through the steel.
“They’re here!”
No kidding.
One of Mason’s men drags a filing cabinet in front of the entrance while another flips hospital beds sideways for cover.
Temporary barricade.
Won’t hold long.
Not against a kill squad.
Gabriel jerks the doctor tighter against the cart.
“How many teams?”
The woman’s lips curl faintly.
“All of them.”
Wonderful.
Just wonderful.
Hannah grips my sleeve tightly beside me.
The red emergency lights flicker across her face.
And suddenly—
she goes pale.
Wrong kind of pale.
Not fear.
Recognition.
“Hannah?”
Her breathing changes instantly.
Fast.
Sharp.
“The lights…”
Oh no.
