But the situation was already spiraling out of control. Nathan remained rooted to the spot, his years of training keeping him calm even as chaos erupted around him. He knew that running wouldn’t solve anything. The only option was to fight back.
Nathan’s pulse quickened as he pulled out his phone, urgently dialing Samantha. “Sam, listen to me,” he said, his voice a low but firm command. “Get to our room and lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone, no matter what you hear.”