He pulled the trigger.

The shot rang out — but not from the leader’s gun.

His body jerked backward, a crimson bloom spreading across his chest, then collapsed without another word.

Stefan spun, gun raised — and saw Petre, standing in the doorway, smoking barrel in hand.

“Come on!” Petre shouted. “More are coming!”

Stefan didn’t hesitate. He hauled Reese up and ran, the sound of approaching vehicles echoing in the distance.

“Move!” Petre yelled.

They burst into the cold ...