The Last Decision
The shot rent the night.
Adrian moved before he thought. Instinct. Training. Whatever it was, it sent him diving toward Flora, pulling her down as a bullet whizzed past where she had been standing.
She gasped as they hit the ground. "What the hell—"
"Stay down," Adrian growled. His heart pulsed in his ears. He scanned the darkness for movement.
Already on his feet, gun drawn, eyes sharp, Jace repeated, "Where?"
Cursing under her breath, Alice said, "I didn't see."
Another shot sounded. This one hit the wall behind them, splintering the wood.
Flora tensed beneath him. "They're not aiming to miss."
No, they weren’t.
His mind racing, Adrian thought, the shooter wasn't sloppy. They weren't panicked. That meant one thing: trained.
And trained meant sent.
"They foun
