Chapter 113

Sofia. I feel someone's intense gaze on me. The night was a cacophony of chaos, but all I could hear was the drum of my own heartbeat, the fire in my lungs as I fought, as I survived. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline, wreckage and blood, the crack of bullets whizzing past my ears a deadly symphony. Nikolai was at my back, covering me with precision, his bullets finding their marks like it was second nature. Nadei was a storm, his movements ruthless, his rage palpable as he carved through our attackers with a kind of brutality that made my chest ache. Nial fought with a quiet efficiency, his blade flashing in the dim light, while Arsen, bleeding and furious, held the line with the stubbornness of a man who refused to fall. And still, they kept coming. More men poured into the alley, their silhouettes dark and faceless, their weapons raised, ready to finish what they started. "We need a fucking miracle," Nial panted, reloading with grim determination. "We don’t break," I grow