Lyra
The gun tucked against my side felt heavier with every step.
Not physically.
I knew how to carry a weapon, knew the weight of it, and had carried one before in circumstances that had taught me more than I ever wanted to know. But tonight it felt like something else entirely, like the weight of what I was walking toward, and I kept my breathing even and my steps steady and stayed close to Liam the way he had asked.
The building loomed larger as we approached.
This was it.
There was no going back now.
We neared the entrance, where a few dead bodies were littered courtesy of Liam’s men. Liam threw a glance as if to make sure I was okay.
I was.
We entered.
We heard voices almost immediately. It came from somewhere beyond the entrance and echoed through the building. One of t
