He narrowly avoided a shot aimed at the tires. The bullet hit the car body instead, the impact reverberating through the frame.
I instinctively cried out, my voice high with fear. "Connor!"
Connor pushed me down with one powerful arm, his body shielding mine. "Livvy, watch out!"
As Connor pushed me down, a bullet grazed above my head. The air displacement from the projectile ruffled my hair.
I would have died if not for his quick action. The bullet pierced the passenger seat and struck the windshield, creating a spider web of cracks.
The sound of shattering glass filled the car. Cold wind rushed through the hole, carrying the scent of gunpowder and danger.
Despite Connor's car being equipped with bulletproof glass, the attacker was using an M82A1 Heavy Sniper Rifle. The militar
