Frantically, he rips off his jacket and bunches the material against his remaining limb in an attempt to staunch the blood.
He’s got bigger problems than keeping me under wraps.
I crawl away, my heels slipping on the loose rock.
Another shot. When I whirl around, I see Scowl fall back, a small hole in his forehead leaking blood.
Someone’s screaming.
Several moments pass before I realize that person is me.
I’ve never…
I’m Declan’s daughter. I grew up around death and violence.
But I’ve never…seen a man…
Right in front of me.
Holy shit.
Movement to my left. I flinch, grabbing a fistful of gravel.
Hardly a weapon, but it will have to do.
And then my shoulders slump.
Kellin.
He stands at the front of the truck, gun drawn, blood on his sleeves and chest and all over his face.
I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.
He waves a hand at me as his eyes scan the area and his head swivels around. “Stay down!”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I drop to my stomach. I wouldn’t say I’m calm, but my breathing has slowed, and the tension in my muscles has loosened.
Kellin’s here.
I’m not going to die.
A shadow under the truck catches my eye. Suit is barreling toward Kellin with a semiautomatic held down at his side.
Hot panic stabs my chest. “Kellin! Behind the truck! Armed!”
Kellin ducks right. And instead of waiting for Suit to come around the cab, he rolls under the truck and pops out right behind the man.
I watch him sweep the Russian’s legs out from beneath him. Suit goes down immediately.
The semiautomatic fires at least a dozen rounds into the sky.
Kellin flips up onto his knees. I can’t see his head, but I see him raise his handgun and point it straight at Suit’s face.
Pop, pop.
Blood fountains from Shout’s neck until he stops twitching.
