Chapter 8 - Touched by the Shadow
It was Damian.
Hannah felt his strong, warm arm wrap around her waist, pulling her behind the heavy mahogany desk near the fireplace. Even in the chaos and total darkness, his grip was firm, reassuring, and completely steady.
"Damian..." she whispered, her heart hammering against her chest. "You... you moved!"
"Shh," Damian breathed, his warm breath fanning her cheek in the dark. "Keep your head down."
A flash of muzzle light illuminated the room for a split second. Viktor was firing wildly toward the doorway, his bullets splintering the antique furniture. "Bruno! Where are you? Kill them!"
Bruno, desperate to save himself, lunged through the darkness toward the mahogany desk, holding a hunting knife he had slipped from his boot. He saw the outline of Hannah’s dress in the dim flash of gunfire.
"Die, you little bitch!" Bruno screamed, driving the knife downward with all his strength.
Before the blade could reach Hannah, a massive hand caught Bruno's wrist mid-air.
The backup emergency red lights flickered on, casting a blood-red glow over the room.
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Bruno looked up in absolute horror. Standing tall and imposing on his own two feet, gripping Bruno's wrist with crushing strength, was Damian Russo.
👉 Read PART 9 to discover the unbelievable truth about Damian's alleged paralysis!
