The bullet cracked through the glass like a lightning strike.
Lisa barely had time to react before Liam slammed her to the floor, covering her body with his.
Shards of glass rained down around them.
Her ears rang.
Her heart raced.
She could feel Liam’s breath against her neck, fast and uneven.
Another shot followed—but this one missed, hitting the marble floor near the couch.
Lisa’s mind sharpened through the chaos.
They were not shooting to kill.
Not yet.
“They’re trying to scare us,” she whispered against Liam’s shoulder.
“Or send a message,” he muttered back.
His hand reached for the panic button under the nightstand, pressing it hard.
The room went into lockdown mode.
Metal shutters slid down over the windows, cutting off the sniper’s view. Alarms did not blare—the system
