Even with the explosion, the gunfire did not cease as Logan's men clashed with the officers and more bullets tore through antique walls, sending priceless paintings crashing to the ground.
Damn! Shantel muttered as the all too familiar sickening feeling gradually began to creep in. But this time, her sister's life was at stake— she can't afford to blank out now.
Logan barked at one of his men who had just fallen an officer. "Get us out of here. Now."
Through the smoke, Shantel felt herself being pulled hard. But before Logan could drag her away, a powerful arm seized her from the other side.
She had spotted Tyler taking down one of Logan's men. So it must be Richard and as soon as she turned, their gazes locked briefly in the thick haze. And again, she could see that fleeting worry cross his face, but was that even possible?
