Chapter 6 - BLOOD AND GLASS
The kitchen door was blown off its hinges. Two mercenaries stepped through the smoke, their flashlights piercing the darkness. I held my breath, gripping the knife so hard my knuckles turned white.
Before they could sweep the pantry, the roar of a helicopter engine rattled the expensive cookware hanging from the ceiling. Lucas. He had returned early. The distraction was momentary, but it was all I needed. As one mercenary turned toward the window, I lunged from the shadows, driving the blade deep into his shoulder. He howled, dropping his weapon.
I scrambled for his gun, but Elias appeared in the doorway, his weapon leveled directly at my head. "End of the line, Nora."
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A deafening crack echoed through the kitchen. Elias's eyes widened in shock as a bloom of red exploded on his chest. He collapsed forward, revealing Lucas standing in the ruined doorway, a smoking tactical rifle in his hands, his suit torn, and his face a mask of pure, unadulterated wrath.
He dropped the rifle and crossed the room in two strides, pulling both me and Elara into a crushing embrace. "I've got you," he whispered fiercely into my hair. "I've got you."
