The gunshot rang through the room, twice.

Amelia’s eyes squeezed shut, her body bracing for the impact, waiting for the bullets to tear through her….

But nothing came.

No pain. No fire. Nothing.

Her heart slammed wildly against her ribs as she sucked in a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

They went wide.

Standing a few feet away was Kieran.

The hitman staggered, a broken gasp tearing from his throat as blood poured from his mouth. He collapsed in a heap, the phone slipping from his hand and clattering against the floor. Kieran watched him with bored, almost detached eyes before calmly sliding...