Popescu’s grip on me was like iron. The pressure against my throat was uncomfortable, but didn’t restrict my breathing. Tahir was staring at me with distress clear on his face. I felt awful for being the cause of it. If I was a little more aware of my surroundings, I wouldn’t be in this situation.

I made this whole thing far messier by getting involved, but I didn’t feel right waiting safely inside when everyone else was fighting. Besides, Leilani was hurt. We ...