Chapter Eleven
The sound of gunfire echoing from the front gates was a dull, rhythmic thud that vibrated straight through the reinforced steel door and into the soles of my shoes.
I stood frozen in the center of Jake’s dark, cedar-scented bedroom, my arms locked tight against my chest as I gripped the cold, heavy weight of the black handgun he had left me. Every instinct I had as a civilian told me to scream, to drop the weapon, to curl into a ball under the massive leather bed and pray for the nightmare to end. But the lingering, electric burn of Jake’s lips against mine kept my spine rigid.
If anyone pulls that handle who isn't me... you shoot to kill.
His gravelly vow echoed in my head, a dark lifeline in the middle of the chaos. I took a slow, trembling breath, forcing my fingers t
