BLOODSTAINED HEARTS
Yelena shot a determined look my way, silently affirming that we needed to fight back.
With a deep breath, I steadied my trembling hands and glanced out the window. The masked figures were relentless, closing in with every passing moment.
"Yelena, I can't—"
"You can, Zoey. We need to protect ourselves," she interrupted, her gaze fierce.
I nodded, the reality sinking in. Gripping the handgun, I braced myself for the unthinkable.
Yelena took a sharp turn into a narrow alley, the pursuers momentarily thrown off course. The confined space offered a brief respite, and Yelena seized the opportunity to retaliate.
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