Unveiling Echo

Wyatt hadn't even opened his mouth when two more gunshots rang out.

Footsteps approached rapidly—two armed men stormed the second floor from the back stairwell. One of them shouted, his voice sharp, “Drop your weapon! Now!”

Leona turned quickly—and froze. One of the men standing before her was Declan. He wore a dark tactical vest, gun raised, his eyes sharp. A faint, cynical smile curled his lips.