Everything became messy and chaotic afterwards. And everyone in the room dodged for cover behind whatever manner of shield they could lay their hands on.
There were shouts in the room, not of pain really, but from commands—Ewan's men going further to act as shields for the Thorne couple, for Athena. But Athena's mind was on the havoc being wrecked outside. Eric and Shawn. Were they dead? Had they been shot down?
Her heart beat escalated with a mixture of pain and anger. She couldn't lose her friends. But she was helpless in the onslaught of bullets. She hadn't budgeted that they would have company this morning. Who was feeding the enemy information? Who could be the betrayer within their ranks?
She gritted her teeth as she counted the names of the people she had trusted with information, people who were with her here. And yet, she couldn't place the tag on any one of them. Maybe one of Ewan's men?
