Chapter 117 –
Daphne POV
I blink.
Gunshots explode in the air like thundercracks, so close they might as well be inside the car.
What the fuck?!!
My instincts kick in before the fear does. I duck, heart hammering, as bullets *ping* against the reinforced windows. It's an armored vehicle, thank god, but I don't trust it to hold forever—not with this kind of firepower.
The tires scream. The car swerves violently, throwing me against the side door. My shoulder cracks into the panel, pain blooming instantly, but I scramble low, practically kissing the floor. I fumble around, searching the dark seams of the vehicle until my fingers catch on something cold—metal.
A hidden compartment.
Jackpot.
I yank it open and find two handguns, a spare clip, and—sweet mercy—a flash grenade.
"Someone planned ahead," I mutter, my breath hitching.
Another shot. Then a *boom*. The car jerks sharply. I hear the driver curse—then nothing. A heartbeat later, the whole vehicle flips.
