I hold my breath.
Even from here, I can see Tristan clear as day. His face drenched in blood. Eyes bright with rage and fear.
Cillian raises his gun to finish things off. It catches the light and flashes once, like the world winking.
Finger on the trigger. Almost there. My nightmare is almost over.
But before he can fire, several large jeeps roar into the courtyard. Armed men stick out of the windows, spraying bullets indiscriminately.
“No,” Kian breathes. “No!”
The cavalry is here.
It’s not the cavalry we’ve been hoping for.