She flinched, her hand tightening on the gun, but kept her eyes on the twirling sword.
“Poppy!”
Her gaze swung to mine, wild and raw with horror. She choked, “It’sGodric.”
My blood ran even colder, sending a shiver down my limbs.
Jesus Christ. She wasn’t going to kill him.
Poppy would let all of us die to save her lover.
My gaze flew to Rune. Wide and fearful.
Nausea turned my stomach again.
Golden eyes held mine. Rune’s black brows were lowered, and his breathing was ragged, but he didn’t look as worried as he should. He stood still against the pole, confident for whatever insane reason. He murmured, “It will be okay, Megan. Trust me. We won’t actually die.”
I blinked.
Fuck, he was really crazy.
Like, he needed to be in a hospital crazy.
My wide, dry eyes jerked to the sword as it started to slow down.
And it stopped.
Godric straightened and clapped his hands in cheer. “Mr. Baker, you lucky bastard. You get to die first.”
Mina cursed behind her gag. “You demented piece of shit. I’m going to rip your fucking balls off when you stop hiding like a pathetic rat.”
“Hush now,” Godric crooned. “You’ll have your turn to die too. Don’t be jealous.”
He rubbed his hands together as he strolled with ease in Finn’s direction.
Poppy’s body jerked, and she stared down at the chain around her ankle. She raced across the sand until her body stopped from the pull of the chain. She stretched her leg out from her frame and then pointed the gun at the taut chain. Her little pointer finger squeezed.
I jerked against my pole, a greatcrackvibrating in the air, my eardrums ringing in pain.
I blinked at the gun and shook my head. “Whoa.”
Poppy growled and squeezed her finger two more times.
Crack. Crack.
Godric shook his head at her. “There are only so many bullets. Be wise how you waste them.” A point at the long chain and cuff on her ankle. “That’s spelled. Only when Godric’s dead will the bonds break. It’s his power and mine holding them.”
Poppy walked right up to him, baring her teeth. “Then I’ll make his body weak.”
She pointed the gun at his right leg.
Godric shook his head and patted his leg. “Smart, but not good enough. His power has nothing to do with his body. But, if he’s bleeding enough, he’ll bleed out and die.” He waved at his body. “So shoot away.”
Poppy jerked the gun to the side, her red brows furrowing.
“Okay, then watch your first friend die.”
Godric pulled his arm back, then… punched his fist right inside Finn’s chest.
