The gunshot never came.

Instead, a voice echoed from the corridor. "I don't think so."

Elena stepped back into the room. She was holding a gun. One of the escort guards lay on the floor behind her, unconscious or dead. The other was nowhere to be seen.

Leo clung to her side, his small hands gripping her shirt.

"Elena, no!" Dante shouted. "Get Leo out of here!"

"I'm not leaving you to die." Elena's voice was steel. She raised the gun. Pointed it at Almeida. "Let them go. Or I shoot."

Almeida laughed. "You're one woman with one gun. I have ten men. Do the math."

"Math was never my...