A shot ripped across the atmosphere.
That one instant—the piercing crack, the burst of light, the icy realization that it was too late—was all that remained of Lily's universe.
Then, however, an unforeseen event occurred.
Ethan shifted.
Just as the gunman shot, he grunted and jerked his chair sideways. With a sharp ping, the bullet embedded itself in the concrete floor as it raced past him!
There was anarchy.
Alejandro was the first to react. One of Carlisle's men slumped with a strangled grunt as a single gunshot rang out. Alejandro quickly reloaded and dove behind a container.
Adrenaline drove Lily's body's instinctive movements. Just as bullets tore through the air where she had been standing a moment before, she rolled behind a pile of wooden pallets. Her nose was filled with the pungent tang of anxiety mixed with the smell of explosives and dust.
Like a razor, Carlisle's voice sliced through the confusion.
