The door burst open.
I tightened my grip on the gun, heart slamming so hard it hurt.
And then...
Someone ran out. Not threatening. Just a waitress, stumbling forward like she'd been shoved, heels slipping on the concrete as she hit the ground hard and cried her, her glasses falling from her face.
"I…..I'm sorry," she sobbed, scrambling to her feet. "I can't see without my glasses"
Zane was already moving.
Picking up her glasses and shoving it in her hands "Go," he said sharply, motioning her away from us.
She didn't need to be told twice.
She got up and ran.
The door behind her slammed shut again, the noise echoing through the alley, but nothing followed. No footsteps. No gunfire. Just the distant chaos bleeding out from inside the club.
My breath came out shaky. "That was….."
"Not them," Zane finished. "Yet."
I swallowed and lowered the gun slightly, my arms starting to ache from holding it so tight.
