Fire slowly creeps up my spine. “I don’t need to be saved.”
John trains his gun on me. “Your soul belongs in hell with all the other heretics and apostates.”
A final cut.
The rope around my torso drops, and my vision tunnels.
“As does yours.”
I lurch forward out of the chair toward John.
And the gun goes off.
CHAPTER 49
RORY
“Turn right up there.” Luke points through the windshield.
Spinning the wheel to the right, Hunter takes the turn Luke indicated. As soon as we got in the car earlier, he hopped in the driver’s seat and sped all the way to North Shore, Staten Island.
I slide across the seats in the back all the way to the left. “Do you need to retake driver’s ed?”
Hunter eyes me through the rearview mirror. “Do I need to explain to you why I’m not slowing down?”
I lean forward between the two front seats. “No, but we need the car to stay intact so we can show up like knights, rescue the princess, and then take off on our trusty steed. In this case, the steed is the car, and we won’t have a steed if we crash.”
“You have a point,” Hunter concedes.
“Up there.” Luke points to an old building that I’m sure even in the daylight would freak me out.
Hunter frowns. “Savannah’s in there?”
“According to the GPS, that’s where she is,” Luke says as he shuts his laptop.
I tilt my head to the side. “It looks abandoned.”
Hunter slams on the brakes, bringing us right up to the building. “I’ll go through the back. You two take the front.” We each pull out our guns and check them one last time.
A loud pop echoes from the building.
Hunter opens his door. “Never mind. Fuck the plan.”
We all jump out of the Audi and run inside.
Clearing the first floor, we move up to the second. We split up to search each room. Stepping inside the first room, my heart leaps in my chest.
“In here,” I shout over my shoulder and rush forward. “Savannah?”
Savannah stands with a G22 aimed at an immobile body. Her eyes are wide, and her hands shake. As I get closer, I notice the blood on her hands and thigh. Her face is dirty with tear streaks across her chin and cheeks. She doesn’t indicate she’s even noticed I’m here.
I talk to her in a low, calm voice. “Baby, hand me the gun.”
Footsteps rush into the room behind me, and I listen to Hunter and Luke’s reactions as they take in the situation.
“Shit.”
“She’s bleeding.”
