“Second wave,” I breathe.
Jase swears.
Ethan turns instantly.
“Positions!” he barks.
Delta Five moves like lightning.
Weapons up.
Angles covered.
Ready for war.
Jase doesn’t release Daniel.
Not yet.
He finally pushes off him, rising with a grimace but already turning toward the windows.
I step back, clutching the device, my mind racing.
Daniel’s voice cuts through the chaos.
“If you don’t let me help,” he says sharply, “you’re all dead in the next five minutes.”
I freeze.
Jase doesn’t.
He grabs his weapon.
Checks the mag.
Locks it in.
Then glances at me.
Just once.
And I see it.
The question.
The trust.
The choice.
My pulse hammers.
Storm raging.
Enemies closing in.
A stranger we don’t trust—
claiming he’s the only reason we’re still alive.
