Eleanor's POV
Through the surging, panicked crowd, I saw Mira move with a fluid grace I envied. She darted between the disoriented guards, her movements sharp and precise. She'd jab a pressure point on a man's arm, forcing his grip to loosen on a child, and before he could recover, she'd press the taser against his side. A sharp buzz, a muffled cry, and he'd crumple. Roxy was right behind her, scooping up the limp children with an easy strength, tucking them safely against her as she created a protective space.
My eyes scanned frantically over the chaos, looking for the two faces Mr. Hans. And that woman. Where were they? The sea of terrified shoppers made it impossible to see.
I burst out of the mall's main entrance, swept along in the current of the evacuating crowd. People were flooding into their cars, the parking lot a symphony of slamming doors and revving engines
