The explosion rattled through the walls, a deafening burst of chaos that sent Leonardo crashing to the ground. His ears rang, his vision blurred, but instinct forced him to move. He pushed up on shaking arms, gritting his teeth against the pain.

Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing through the thick smoke. His face was bloodied, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his body wired for survival.

Leonardo barely had a second to process the situation before he caught a glimpse of Arya beyond the cracked glass. She wasn’t running—she was fighting.

“Let me go!” she shouted, twisting violently in the grip of Leonardo’s men. One of them wrapped...