Yelena and Polina were cornered, their ammunition running dangerously low. I saw the way Yelena's jaw clenched as she ducked behind a crumbling pillar, her gun clicking empty. Polina was in a similar state, her breath ragged as she pressed her back against the wall, her fingers fumbling for a fresh magazine that wasn't there.
And then I saw it—the enemy closing in from the other side, their weapons raised, their voices low and triumphant. Yelena and Polina were about to be caught in a crossfire, trapped with no way out.
Enough.
I deactivated my Invisibility, my form materializing in the backseat of the car. With a surge of power, I grabbed a gun from the seat beside me and kicked open the car door. Telekinesis flared beneath me, lifting me into the air as I shot forward like a bullet, the wind whipping around me as I soared toward the villa.
