Amara's POV
I couldn't stop myself from asking him, "Do you think I look like a good person?"
Dominic paused. "Well..."
Mid-conversation, gunshots exploded across the street. A loud crack echoed as the wall beside Dominic took a hit, debris flying everywhere.
I didn't wait for his response. Instead, I bolted toward the nearest building.
The structure appeared to be a mixed-use complex—offices, hotel, and shopping all rolled into one.
Dozens of businesses called this place home, along with multiple hotels, casinos, restaurants, and entertainment spots.
We'd reached the hotel's emergency exit.
The stairwell stretched empty before us, poorly lit and eerily silent.
Dominic trailed behind me, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Is it just me, or does this feel like we're sneaking around for some secret rendezvous?"
I sucked in a sharp breath. "Keep talking if you've got a death wish."
Dominic's eyes widened, and he fell silent.
The assassins weren't far behind.
