Chapter 138 The Final Threat
- DANIEL POV
- My arm burns where the bullet grazed me, but I ignore it, pulling Amelia behind me as FBI agents rush us through a side corridor. Blood soaks through my torn sleeve, dripping onto the marble floor, but the wound is superficial—the bullet carved a line across my bicep without hitting anything vital.
- "Keep moving!" an agent shouts, one hand on my shoulder, the other on his weapon.