Marlowe
I hit the floor hard, King's body covering mine on instinct, and the world dissolved into deafening chaos — shouting, the sharp crack of gunfire, furniture splintering as bullets found the walls instead of intended targets in the confused, panicked scramble.
Bear returned fire from near the doorway, driving back two of Teller's men who'd instinctively opened up once the accidental discharge triggered the room's collective panic, and I caught fragmented glimpses of the chaos through the gaps beneath tables and overturned chairs — Dorian dragging Marla toward whatever cover the small room offered, Grant frozen in place until one of the guards nearest him grabbed his collar and hauled him down out of the direct line of fire.
"Marlowe." King's voice, urgent, close to my ear. "Stay d
