Marlowe
Teller didn't take the full minute. Whatever history he carried with Sable, it was clearly enough to make the decision for him the moment her voice finished echoing through the walls.
"Let them go," he snapped at his remaining men, waving toward the side door with a hand that trembled slightly from either fear or blood loss. "All of them. This isn't worth whatever she's planning to do if I hesitate."
King didn't wait for a second invitation. He had Marla and Dorian moving before Teller finished speaking, Bear covering the exit while I pulled Grant up from where he'd been crouched against the wall, his whole body shaking with adrenaline and relief in equal measure.
We spilled out into the cool night air together, and I didn't let myself fully breathe until we were clear of the b
