You Are Mine
“And what exactly are you going to do? Charge into a burning building alone? That’s suicide.”
“Then I’ll die trying!”
The words burst out like an oath, sharp enough to silence the night. Adrian’s throat tightens, but his gaze on Lance holds no judgment—only a mirror of the same desperation.
The police shout again into their loudspeakers, but Wade doesn’t respond. Instead, the helicopter edges closer, hovering now like a predator waiting to strike.
And then Lance snaps.
In one motion, he jerks forward, his hand darting to the belt of a nearby officer. The man barely has time to react before Lance rips the handgun free, the metal cold and heavy in his grip.
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