Sienna
An attack came just after midnight.
Gunfire cracked somewhere on the lower floors.
Alarms screamed through the halls, red emergency lights flashing against the walls as panic spread floor by floor.
Dante was already moving before I fully sat up.
He shoved a gun into the hand of the man who appeared in the doorway and pointed at me.
“Watch her.”
“She doesn’t leave this room. Anyone who tries to take her dies.”
Then he was gone.
The man immediately raised the weapon and aimed it straight at me.
My breath caught.
He stared at me for a long, terrifying second before the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Bang.”
I flinched.
He burst out laughing, lowering the gun.
Then he stepped closer, invading my space, his expression turning deliberately provocative.
“How about I leave my
