Isabel POV
The explosion left my ears ringing, the world reduced to a haze of smoke and chaos. The safe house groaned around us, wreckages raining down as the walls buckled under the force.
"Miguel!" I screamed, coughing through the thick dust.
His hand found mine, pulling me to my feet. His grip was firm, a lifeline in the chaos.
"Run," he said, his voice steady despite the madness. He polled me through the opening.
I didn't argue. We sprinted toward the back exit, dodging falling beams and navigating the collapsing structure.
Miguel POV
The safe house was a death trap now, every second spent inside another step closer to the end. The attackers weren't letting up, their movements precise and unrelenting.
"Go left!" I shouted to Isabel, pushing her ahead as another explosion rocked the building.
She hesitated, glancing back at me. "What about the others?"
