Smoke and Blood

POV: Vittoria

The deafening blast rocked the foundation of the safe house, sending physical shockwaves straight through the floorboards and up my legs. Pure combat instinct hijacked my nervous system, instantly freezing the lingering heat of our almost-kiss. I tightened my grip on the heavy steel of my pistol and sprinted down the smoke-choked hallway. The thick gray haze rolled over the ceiling