“The feds lost the perimeter,” Adrian said, moving quickly to the side of my bed.

He reached down and began tearing the sticky monitors off my skin.

The cold air hit my bare stomach, making me shiver.

“Leo’s men are in the building,” he said, tossing the wires aside.

“They cut the power.”

He grabbed my boots from the floor and threw them onto the mattress.

“Put these on. Can you walk?”

“I think so,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cold linoleum floor sending a shock up my spine.

A dull ache pulsed in my lower back, and I gasped, gripping the edge of the mattress.

Adrian caught me by the waist, his grip firm and steady.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

He helped me slide my arms into my heavy winter coat.

From the hallway, a loud crash echoed, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

Adrian didn’t flinch, but his eyes narrowed as he looked toward the door.

He reached behind his back and pulled a black pistol from his waistband.