(DASHA)
"Oh, my God. Alya! I need to get to her." I tried to push him off of me. "Be still!" he hissed. "She is safe at the moment. Safer than we are."
"You have to let me go down there. I need to be with her."
"I'm not letting you out of my sight. I don't give a fuck about anyone on this boat except you."
I didn't have time to digest that statement because he was up on his elbow, firing again. I held my breath and covered my ears. When he lowered back on top of me, I said, "I need a gun."
"Yebat, woman! Stop talking."
More shots were fired outside. Nikolai's muscles tightened, his big body still pinning me down.
"What's happening?"
He shifted again, and I leaned up to see him fire at three Russians near the entrance to the salon. I covered my head again, praying he'd kill each of them.
