Chapter 97
CHARLOTTE
T he wooden beam above me groans like it’s about to give, and I barely get a second to brace before a shockwave slams through the space behind me. The floor shakes. Dust rains from the rafters.
Holy shit.
He’s here. I don’t need to see him to know it. I feel him in my lungs, in my ribs, in the way my blood suddenly knows how to run faster. Declan.
“Drago!” I shout. “Wake the hell up!”
Nothing. He’s still out, blood slicking his side like a slow leak. His skin is too pale. Too still.
I swallow down the panic clawing up my throat.
Another gunshot cracks through the walls, and I flinch.
I need to be out there.
With him. In it. Fighting back.
I suck in a deep breath. I can’t fall apart now. Not when we’re this close to ending it.