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Miles

If it weren’tfor the storm, they’d never have gotten as far into the building as they did. As it was, the scrambled security feed only revealed the intruders when they were already well into storming the place.

“Arm yourselves!” Mary ordered, tossing out rifles as she’d toss out candy, her men immediately tapping into their military training as they ran out to face our foes.

I took a rifle for myself, ready to blow somebody’s head off. I had one particular person in mind.

“Where are the girls?” Gate asked, snatching a rifle at random and joining me as we followed the soldiers.

“I don’t know! I’m not even sure where Savannah is. I think she was getting an x-ray.”

“She’ll be safe with Phillip.”

We pressed our backs to the wall before rounding the corner which led to the lobby.

The rat-a-tat-tat of semi-automatic fire rang through the air, and I could just make out several of our guys taking cover behind furniture before returning fire.

I hoped he was right. I hoped the girls had the sense to lock themselves somewhere.

The dragon roared for release.

It would be so easy if I could just let him go and tear through the room, taking two or three of them out with a single sweep of my wings. They would think twice before charging in on innocent, unwitting people again—if they lived to think about anything at all. But even a dragon was susceptible to that sort of firepower. We weren’t immortal.

Savannah.

I only had time to picture her in my head before rushing out to try and kill some of these bastards.

The lights flickered on and off, thanks to the gusting winds outside, but it was easy for a dragon to see in the dark.

Several of them had taken cover behind the front desk, the tops of their heads barely visible over the ledge.

I crouched behind an armchair and wished like hell it was a more substantial piece of furniture. As if stuffing and foam would stop a bullet.

I could only hope their eyesight was worse than mine in the dark as I aimed over the top of the chair and fired into the reception area.

Blood spattered the white wall, and one of the heads disappeared, then another.

I heard screams, more gunfire, and the smell of blood spread through the air like a cloud.

Two of them barreled through the lobby, covered by another pair of shooters, and managed to make it through without injury.

I wanted to go after them but didn’t want to leave myself vulnerable, either.

A round whizzed by my ear close enough to make it ring.

I pressed myself closer to the floor, peering out from beneath the chair.

I caught sight of several pairs of dress shoes—not the boots so commonly worn by Mary’s team and certainly nothing worn by members of the clan.

I fired at them, and when their owners fell to the floor, I shot anything I could possibly hit.

“Got her! Tell Antonio! I got her!” The man who shouted down the corridor nearly crowed in triumph as he brought out his trophy.

She hobbled on her cast, almost hopping on her good leg as the blood-stained bastard led her by the arm.

I’d kill him, too.

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