I ducked out of instinct. The bullets rained down, and I could hear them hitting the ground. It didn’t take a while for someone to pull me out of there. When I opened my eyes, the familiar assassins from the headquarters emerged and fought Helen’s men. I widened my eyes and regarded the one pulling my arm. It was Taylor!

“Let me go! I want to fight!” I demanded.

Taylor pushed me to the bush. She looked down at me, glaring darkly. She was currently wearing combat clothes. There were ...