Something moved in the rearview mirror.
“Incoming,” Crush said lowly.
Killian stiffened, his ears twitching. Then he turned and gave the back of the car a considering look. “Is it possible to... open the back window?”
“Actually, yes,” Crush admitted. “I bought this model for the airflow. It’s been spelled bulletproof, but if you open that window, it’ll allow bullets through.”
Killian unbuckled his seat belt and climbed into the back seat.
“Kils,” Crush said, a little nervous now. “What’re you planning?”
“Taking them out.”
Just like that.
Crush had to shove down his arousal and focus on driving.
He watched Killian through the rearview mirror as he rummaged through the bag from Doc and Uriel.
“Is that a secret agent gadget bag?” Crush asked.
Killian laughed a little. It was the first time Crush had heard him laugh, and it was soft, almost self-deprecating.
The omega was focused on the bag’s contents, though. The first thing he pulled out was a pair of tiny earmuffs. These, he fitted over Naddie’s ears.
Next, he produced a tiny hoodie. Killian unbuckled Naddie from the car seat, wrapped her up in the hoodie, and buckled her back in.
“Are those special?” Crush asked.
“Sound protection on the earmuffs, and a bulletproof hoodie.”
“What about protection for you?”
Killian’s smile was lopsided. “I’ll be okay.”
Crush frowned.
Killian pulled out a small envelope next. He withdrew a square of paper covered in ink, bit into his thumb, and smeared blood across it. The runes on the spell sheet began to glow. Killian folded the paper over Crush’s gun barrel; the runes sank into black steel and disappeared.
“What did you do?” Crush asked warily.
“Silencing spell. Our ears will hurt if I don’t.”
A low rumble erupted from Crush’s throat. “I want to protect you, damn it.”
“Yeah, but I can’t drive, and we only have one gun between us,” Killian said.
For a moment, his gaze dulled. In a tone so low that Crush almost missed it, Killian mumbled, “I don’t like killing people.”
There were at least four assholes pursuing them, who needed to be stopped.
What was it going to cost Killian, to put bullets through them?
Crush’s heart squeezed. “Fuck, sweetheart. Let me do this. I already have blood on my hands.”
“Well, so do I!” Killian snapped.
Crush wanted to hug him so badly, his arms ached.
