#74

Eve’s POV

As Ryan's firm grip enveloped my arm, pulling me away from the chaotic scene unfolding within the room, I could feel the urgency in his movements. The air crackled with tension, and my heart raced in sync with the rapid beats of his footsteps. His protective stance spoke volumes, a shield against the impending storm that threatened to engulf us.

The tumultuous symphony of clashes and shouts echoed behind us, each step accompanied by the distant clamor of the Packhouse in disarray. Ryan's presence was a fortress, a bulwark against the danger that loomed.

I stole a glance over my shoulder, witnessing the chaos we left behind. My comrades battled fiercely, but my attention quickly reverted to Ryan, his unwavering determination etched across his face.

As we navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, Ryan's body tensed with each passing moment. The weight of his protection bore down on him, and I couldn't shake the guilt that crept into my chest.

His sacrifice, both immediat