Before Aiden had a chance to ask Serena if she was alright, Sidney was already there, practically tearing her from his arms. He fussed over her, shielding her as if she couldn't stand on her own, and guided her away. For a brief, tense moment, Serena's gaze held Aiden's, her expression unreadable before she finally looked away. The fact that she hadn't shown the slightest concern for his own safety stung, but before Aiden could let the feeling settle, she jerked Sidney's hand off with a firm shake of her wrist. Much to Aiden's satisfaction, she took a determined step away from Sidney and headed for the exit on her own.
Aiden frowned, watching her leave, thoughts racing. The sniper—whoever had fired the shot—was likely still out there, lying in wait. It wasn't—