The hotel was already soaked in thunder by the time they arrived—windows shattered, lightning splitting the sky above like a divine warning.
Sienna barely parked before she was out of the truck, rain slicking her hair to her face, gun in hand.
Nico followed fast. "We move together."
But Sienna's eyes were already scanning, calculating.
One shot rang out.
Crack!
She ducked behind a pillar just as marble splintered above her head.
"Sniper," she hissed. "Top floor."
Nico pulled her close. "That's a kill zone. We need cover."
"We need Colson."
Suddenly, a door on the side of the building burst open—and Colson stumbled out, shoulder bleeding, dragging a man by the collar.
The man was gasping. "You weren't… supposed to be alive…"
Colson tossed him down the stairs like trash.
Then he looked up—and saw her.
"Sienna!"
But another shot tore through the storm—and this one hit.
Colson dropped.
Sienna screamed, sprinting across the slick marble toward him as Nico laid down cover fire.
"Colson—Colson!" She dropped to her knees, hands already on the wound.
He was conscious, barely.
"Sniper…" he rasped. "West tower… red lens…"
Sienna didn't hesitate.
She stood. Took the gun from Colson's holster. Slid behind a fountain. Found her angle.
And pulled the trigger.
Bang.
A pause.
Then—a body fell from the top of the tower.
The lens shattered.
Silence returned.
Rain still fell, but the war had stopped—for now.
She returned to Colson's side. Nico came up behind her, pressing gauze to the wound.
"I thought you were dead," she whispered.
Colson coughed, blood on his lips. "Not yet."
And then—he smiled.
"Hell of a shot."
She smiled back through tears. "Taught by the best."
Nico looked between them, quiet. Watching. Wanting.
And deep inside his chest, jealousy flickered like a fuse.
This triangle wasn't finished.
It had just drawn blood.