Pain shoots through my shoulder.
I stumble.
“Let go of me!”
He shoves me forward.
“Walk.”
The cabin door suddenly slams open behind us.
Boone’s voice cuts through the night.
“Wren!”
Mara freezes.
For half a second.
Then she presses the pistol against my ribs.
“Don’t move.”
Boone stops dead at the edge of the porch.
Adam and Blade appear behind him seconds later.
Weapons up instantly.
Russ swears under his breath, as he walks out the door.
“Well, that escalated.”
Boone’s eyes lock on mine.
Then on the gun at my side.
“Mara.”
Her voice stays calm.
“Boone.”
“Let her go.”
“I can’t.”
The wounded man pulls me tighter against him.
My shoulder screams in protest.
Boone’s jaw tightens.
“If you hurt her—”
“She’s already hurt.”
His eyes flash.
