Someone help her.
Help my mom. She’sdying.
“Bonnie, get out of the room!”
“—charging to three! Clear!”
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m so—
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
GEMMA
I’mready to rip someone’s head off.
First, someone slips a gun past security, brings it into the crowd, and starts shooting in the air. Then, Bonnie gets attacked, and I’m the one who told her to stay put in the dressing room?!
I shouldn’t have. I should have sent her to the same place as Zeb. But I didn’t know if the shooter was after them, I didn’t know if there were more gunmen. I thought I was being smart when I gave each of them different places to hide.
Idiot.
Damn this fucking job. I should have been with her.
It’s eating me alive, and if I find the bastards responsible…
Except, I already know.
The wings they left on her dresser were clue enough.
I knew the moment I ran into the room, found her on the floor, and saw those pink and black wings that this was my fault. That the attack on her was more than likely in retaliation to what I just did to their friend. And while they don’t know I’m the person they’re after, they know getting to Bonnie means getting to her stalker.
I hate that she’s in the middle of this fight.
Security allowed the bands back in a little over an hour ago after doing a full sweep of the premises. They took hours scoping out every food, drink, and merch stand, every musician, roadie, family member, and even each trailer. I had Liam show security into the band’s trailers while Kade and I sat with the medics, Mads, Zeb, and Andi in the dressing room for what felt like fucking hours—Bonnie’s still lying unconscious on the couch where the medic was looking over her injuries.
The venue wanted to take her to the hospital, though the guys shut that down pretty quickly after the medic decided her wounds were superficial, insisting that it was her decision to make once she woke up.
I don’t think they wanted her out of their sights, and I can’t blame them.
I’m not sure how far past midnight it is. Though, with the amount of people standing outside their trailers and chatting, one would think it was the middle of the day.
The energy feels rattled, tense. As if everyone is looking over their shoulders and in disbelief that something like this actually happened.
Bonnie was still out when I left the dressing room. I couldn’t sit still another second, not with her wings staring back at me from the vanity counter. Kade sent Liam with me because he knows if I find them, I might black out.
As if tackling a guy with a gun wasn’t enough excitement for today.
“Stop,” Liam mutters beside me.
“Stop what?” I ask.
“Angry walking,” he replies.
I gawk at him. “What? I am not angry walking,” I argue.
