My gaze caught on someone walking down the hall through the crack of the door. Black suit. Broad shoulders. Straight lines. My heart cooled before icing over. His gaze was lowered as his hands twisted a silencer onto the barrel of a gun. My throat tightened, and panic bit at my veins. He looked up. His eyes were cold enough to give me frostbite. “No,” I breathed. But it was too late.
