Grace's POV
The gun went off and Grace thought this was how it ended.
Not with violence she could see coming. Not with a choice she could make. Just a moment of noise and then nothing.
Except Marcus moved. He grabbed her and pulled her down as the bullet went past and hit the window behind them. The glass exploded into the Manhattan skyline. Sarah cursed and fired again but Marcus was already moving them toward the bathroom.
He shoved Grace inside and locked the door.
"There's a service exit," he said, pulling on a panel in the wall. "Go down. Turn left. Keep going until you find the stairs. Get out of the building."
"Come with me."
"I can't. I have to buy you time."
Grace heard footsteps. Heard Sarah shouting at the guards. Heard the sound of someone trying to break down a door.
Marcus kissed her once. Hard. Like it was the only thing that mattered.
Then he pushed her through the opening in the wall and Grace ran.
