The muzzle flash burned itself into my vision.
Pain tore through my thigh like a blade dipped in acid. My leg buckled instantly, the strength cut out from under me like someone had flipped a switch. I crashed onto the tile, barely catching myself on one elbow before momentum slammed me sideways. My shoulder cracked against the floor. Blood pulsed warm and fast down my leg, the exit wound gushing like an open faucet.
I clamped down on the scream threatening to tear from my throat.
Sienna screamed for me instead.
"Down!" Alexis shouted. In one fluid motion, she seized Sienna by the arm and yanked her behind the nearest bedframe. A second shot rang out—sharp, controlled—just as my head dropped. The bullet shattered a wall-mounted monitor inches above me, spraying drywall splinters and glass across the floor.
