The cold night air was a shock after the heated, gunpowder-choked atmosphere of the warehouse. Mara stumbled, hauling a sobbing Isla with her, their breaths coming in ragged, white puffs. The sound of gunfire from inside was muffled now, but the danger was far from over.

Just then, Elias appeared from behind them, his face twisted in pain but filled with determination. He moved slowly, favoring one side, his left hand pressed tight against a wound in his side, and his right still holding onto ...