The echo of the gunshot slammed through the warehouse like thunder ripping the sky apart. For a heartbeat, everything stopped. No one moved. No one breathed.

And then Dominik stumbled.

His smirk faltered, confusion flashing across his face like he hadn’t expected the pain blooming in his side. His hand slipped from Noa’s mother’s throat, blood blooming between his fingers as he staggered back.

Noa’s chest heaved, his gun still smoking, his arm shaking so bad it felt like it wasn’t ...