Chapter 174: Carlos was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

Instinctively, he stumbled back, fear gripping him as everything unraveled.

Orders were forgotten; survival was all that mattered.

In blind panic, the men scattered, shouting, Run! Shes reckless enough to take us all down with her! Even Chris, driven by sheer instinct, bolted without a clear sense of direction, his steps frantic and aimless.

No one could have predicted Allisons actions.

Her calm exterior shattered, revealing a boldness that bordered on madness, especially with the explosives now in play explosives powerful enough to kill them all.

In the split second the explosives were hurled, Kellan seized a narrow window to escape.

No longer held at gunpoint, he thrust an elbow backward and, amid the chaos, staggered a few steps forward.

Allisons hand latched onto his.

Hold on! she commanded, and just as the explosion erupted, they both dove into the icy water.

It all happened in a blur.

The pier trembled as the explosions shockwaves tore through the air.

Allison and Kellan disappeared beneath the waters surface, the freezing depths shielding them from the full force of the blast.

The icy water cut through their skin like knives, yet Kellan could still feel the warmth of Allisons hand gripping his.

Somehow, that touch dispelled the bone-deep cold.

Underwater, Kellan caught a glimpse of Allisons dark, flowing hair and her sharp, dangerous eyes serene, yet brimming with unspoken intensity.

His heart pounded, each beat echoing the violent explosions above, as if it too might burst from his chest.

The surface of the water reflected the flames in eerie contrast, where the glowing inferno clashed with the depths of icy blue.

It was strangely beautiful.

her wet hair clinging to her face, her

Kellan met her gaze, something inside him

him up onto

asked, extending a

the salty seawater, but he

Ill live.

their fingers entwined, she pulled

you afraid of dying? He had never addressed her by her

about this moment, about her, made the formalities

composed and reserved demeanor, he harbored a

tonight, he realized Allison made his heart race

her a madness beneath the surface that gave him a sense of

the night haunted

had jumped a second later, theyd have

asked, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear, her tone

wasnt one to be

death had become second nature

its tedious annoyances, was peaceful

that ordinary life, she

between liking something and being

she was a killer a woman who

never bowed to fear

in Ontdale,

she added, her voice steady and unyielding, only those who take

thats what

hesitate, youll end up like the

Blown to bits.

faint smile curled her

yet has been able to

Kellans throat tightened.

Ms.

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