Chapter 18.

NORA CARUSO. One second, I was staring into the terrified eyes of Viktor Volkov, the blade of his knife biting into the skin of my finger. Next, the world had been swallowed by darkness followed instantly by the sound of hell breaking loose. "Kill them!" Viktor screamed, his voice cracking, tearing through the blackness. "Fire! Fire blindly, you idiots!" He yanked the chair backward, dragging me with him. I gritted my teeth against the scream building in my throat as the metal legs scraped violently against my spine. A burst of unsuppressed gunfire from one of Viktor's men lit up the warehouse for a fraction of a second, and in that frozen millisecond, I saw a nightmare. Three men in black were moving through the room with speed. I saw the glint of a blade as a guard's throat was opened, and then the darkness swallowed them again. Another burst of gunfire closer this time. I saw a body flying backward, I saw the terror on the faces of Viktor's men, "Get back!" Viktor roared, hauling me