Proserpina

Lucien

He charged down the corridor, dispensing bullets like they were toffee, his face dark with anxiety. He only wanted to get to the woman he loved.

Suddenly a man jumped into their path, firing straight at them.

Lucien felt as though he had been punched in the chest by a massive hand and he crumpled , grunting. Immediately, he felt hands jerking him to his feet and dragging him into a room.

Aiyana, the sweat running down her remarkably composed face, spun around and leapt into the corridor, returning the fire. The man went down in a heap.

*

Danielle was peering at Lucien as Beston scrabbled to pull off his jacket and vest. There was a terrible ache in the area of his chest but he realised that he had been saved because of the bulletproof vest he was wearing.

He tried to wave away the people who were with him.

‘Let’s go on,’ he barked and pushed himself upright, where he stood, swaying shakily, and intent on getting Proserpina to safety.

As he stepped out, his gun in his hands, Be