I stumble back, narrowly avoiding the impact as it spins by my feet. There’s barely a second to glance at it.
What the—
Lee fires.
“Kane!” I shriek.
Because Viola wouldn’t bring a hammer to a gunfight.
My gut knows.
And if anything happens to that brave man, I’ll never forgive myself.
When he hears my voice, Lee whirls around and sprays hellfire.
But I’m already flat on the ground before the bullets come zinging overhead.
Behind me, there’s a deafening crack. A shot goes bouncing around the room.
The sound of shattered glass.
Fine tinted shards explode like confetti as I scramble to cover my face from getting sliced.
When I open my eyes, I’m still in disbelief.
A blurry shadow cannonballs Lee with a primal roar.
Two men go down like lions, snarling and tossing, two tornadoes of limbs at war.
Kane’s on top—for now—crashing his fists into Lee’s face.
Then Lee flips him over and slams an elbow into Kane’s ribs.
Oh, no.
Kane grunts with pain, and I cover my face again.
Neither of them notice the glass shards under them. There’s a larger fragment by my hand, about the size of a spoon.
I reach out to grab it, but it falls apart in my fingers, the fine cracks split through it giving way.
So much for an easy weapon.
Then Kane levers up and throws Lee into the brick wall with so much force it feels like the whole space trembles.
Lee’s face smacks the wall with a sickeningthud, but he pulls back, twisted and bleeding.
Just in time to jab his thumb into Kane’s wrist, breaking his hold.
I can’t stand this.
My fingers tremble over my eyes as I look between them, wondering how I can jump in to help.
But it’s too late.
Lee’s gun swings up, a death promise aimed at Kane.
I’m about to scream, but Kane knocks his arm aside and punches him in the face so hard something cracks.
