She acted.
“GET DOWN!”
She slammed into him with everything she had.
The glass exploded.
The gunshot thundered.
The bullet tore through the table where he had been seconds before, sending wood, glass, and wine flying. Screams erupted. Elias drew his weapon instantly. Nicolás flipped the table for cover.
Mia lay across Gabriel, her breath uneven, her heart racing.
For the first time, his calm was gone—replaced by something sharper. Deadlier.
He touched her temple. Blood.
“You’re hurt.”
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