Anya watched the foreigner leave while she had eyes on everyone's movement in the living hall, including Miles Johnson.
Taking Miles Johnson to Narnia is her choice. If she can't take him to Narnia, he will not be alive to see a sunrise. Thus she had no reason to risk her life for him.
Standing up, Anya whammed the handgun handle on Miles's head. The whiskey bottle slipped from his fingers and broke near her legs. He groaned and lost his focus due to pain.
Jumping over the sofa, Anya shot the men who tried to enter the villa due to the sounds of bullets raining. She shut the main door of the villa and grabbed more handguns from the men who were either dead or taking their last breaths.
Miles was holding his head, feeling dizzy when he heard the slamming on the main door. He began searching for something to hit her.
Anya knocked on the bedroom door, "Jackson… Out now…" Her sharp voice rang.
