Summer’s POVThe heat of the explosion still burned in my lungs, my ears ringing with shards of glass and screams. Smoke clawed at my eyes, stinging them, turning everything into gray chaos. I tried to move, to find Alexander, but before I could take a step, a rough hand grabbed my wrist, twisting it painfully.“Got her!” a harsh voice barked, and I realized I was no longer running, I was being dragged.My legs kicked, my fists flailed, but they were too strong. Every strike I landed against their arms barely caused them to flinch. These men, Montalban men were like shadows made of iron. Even when I landed a punch to the jaw of one, he barely staggered, only letting out a grunt of annoyance.Panic and fury collided in my chest. I won’t die here. Not like this. Not without him.Another figure stepped from the smoke, tall, commanding… and my blood ran cold. Irvine. Her presence was like a blade pressed against my spine. The way she moved, confident, cold, deadly, made my training feel c
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