The door tore open with a shriek of grinding metal, and icy night air whipped across Mila’s skin. Before she could move, a gloved hand latched onto her arm with crushing force and yanked her from the seat.

Her scream ripped free, raw and desperate. “Liam!”

He was already in motion. His fist cracked against the attacker’s jaw with bone-snapping precision, sending the man reeling. But another shadow surged forward, a pistol glinting under the thin light.

Mila’s blood turned to ice.

Liam ...