Outside, rain hammered the streets of Eagle River while tires screeched hard enough to echo through the building.
A vehicle door slammed.
Then another.
Trigger’s voice came low somewhere near the windows.
“Three exits from the SUV.”
Wolf swore quietly.
Ava moved instantly beside Isabel.
“Get down.”
The girl obeyed immediately, crouching beside the bar with shaking hands over her head.
My pulse thundered so hard I could barely hear.
Hersh’s hand slid from my neck down to my wrist.
Firm.
Steady.
“I need you upstairs,” he murmured close to my ear.
“No.”
Absolutely not.
I felt him exhale once.
Like he expected that answer.
“Flick—”
“I’m not leaving you down here.”
Another vehicle door slammed outside.
Too close.
Way too close.
Wolf moved toward the side wall carefully. “Nobody fire unless we have confirmation.”
Ava already had her weapon drawn.
Trigger did too.
And somewhere in the darkness, Hersh shifted slightly in front of me again.
Protective.
Always protective.
Fear clawed up my throat.
