Chapter 130

Chapter One Hundred Thirty

Years of combat experience and intense training took over for Connor as Selen brought her weapon up. Earlier, he’d gotten a sense of the huge room’s layout and had noted the columns.

He dove behind the nearest one an instant before the gunfire erupted.

A few things processed as he landed on an elbow, then a shoulder, then skidded to a stop.

First was the smell. He should have noticed it immediately but hadn’t.

The stench of death was coming off of Selen.

He could only hope she wasn’t actually dead.

Second was heat she was giving off: like being in a room with a furnace. That might have been because it had felt like being in a freezer until she’d come into the room, but what mattered was that she was hot.

Finally, there was the look in her eyes: cold and distant.

It was as if she were a visitor in her body watching someone else control it.

Connor knew exactly what to do when he came to a stop. “Get too cover!”