Gunfire exploded around us as we dove for cover. Alexander grabbed my arm, pulling me behind a stack of crates. Bullets ricocheted off the metal, sparks flying in every direction.
"Stay down!" he shouted.
I didn't argue. My pulse hammered in my ears as I crouched lower, gripping the cold steel for support. Marcus returned fire, his shots precise, each one forcing Mira's men to scatter.
"Move!" Alexander yelled, grabbing my arm again.
We darted to another position, dodging between stacks of crates and machinery. Mira's laughter echoed through the chaos, her voice cutting above the noise.
"You can't win this!" she called out. "You're outnumbered, outplayed, and out of time!"
Alexander's jaw tightened. "She talks too much," he muttered, firing another round.
I peeked around the corner, my breath catching when I saw Noah standing in the open, completely exposed. He wasn't running or fighting. He just stood there, watching.
