Crowds of people rushed across the half-empty hall, some running toward the commotion while others scrambled out for shelter.
Asher, who had been frozen in place, clutched his chest in horror, realizing that for one terrifying second… his life would have ended right there.
The thunderous gunshot had alerted the entire squad. Within seconds, all of them stormed the scene, with Enzo and Zander already patrolling the grounds, hunting for the perpetrator like bloodthirsty hounds.
"Are you okay, Xavier?" Asher asked, staring at the man beside him.
But Xavier looked dazed.
His face was unreadable, twisted into a wicked expression that spoke of vengeance—of a furnace burning deep behind those cold, murderous eyes.
"Answer me! You fucking caught the bullet—how are you?" Asher snapped, trying to sound bold, but before he could step closer, Eliza rushed forward and shoved him aside so hard he staggered backward.
Then she grabbed Xavier's hand.
