Chapter Seventy-Seven

Harlow

The second the warehouse doors slam behind us, and everything erupts into shouting and gunfire and bodies hitting the ground, I feel like I've split in half. Beckett pulls me tight against him while the team moves in around us, and all the noise hits at once, but all I actually hear is my own heartbeat pounding so hard that I can barely breathe. My legs feel like they’re made of wet paper,