Gunfire blazed, booming through the mist of debris and dust and sharp light that was suddenly turning the air into a maelstrom. Raven let herself go limp, crumpling completely to the floor, trying not to hear the dense punch of bullet impacting wood and concrete and flesh. Who was firing? Garth’s men hadn’t even had time to draw their weapons.

Garth himself scrambled on hands and knees around behind her. She heard the sharp sounds of a gun mechanism working, ...