I tried to push myself up, but I couldn’t manage.My ears were ringing, my eyes unable to focus.
“Wolfe?Amy?”I choked out as smoke filled the building, invading my lungs, making my eyes sting.
Shit, shit, shit.
When I managed to get my eyes open, I noticed…
“Fire!”Wolfe yelled.“Son of a bitch.Get out, Reagan!Now!”
The man sounded frantic, but I was still having a hard time hearing, my ears ringing from the percussion of the blast.What the hell could’ve exploded?
“Amy?Baby?”Wolfe was shouting now, an ungodly sound that had me forcing myself up, trying to see what was going on.
Fire engulfed the back wall of the bar.The heat from the flames roared toward us as they licked at the rickety ceiling.
“Oh, fuck.Oh, fuck,” I hissed, clutching my head as I got to my knees.
Trying to clear my thoughts, I could barely make out Amy unconscious on the floor.Wolfe was cradling her head, but there was a lot of blood.
“Out,” I said, talking more to myself.With the roar of the fire, it wasn’t like Wolfe would’ve heard me anyway.“Have to get out.”
I glanced at the front door, then at the back wall.I attempted to push the front doors open, but again, they wouldn’t move.We were trapped.The only other door was blocked by the flames and the front one wasn’t budging.
It took a second to steady myself, and my head was screaming at me the entire time, but I managed to feel my way down the wall toward the bar, keeping low to the floor.I covered my face with the edge of my shirt, trying to breathe through the thick smoke.The room was dark, lit only by the flames, but it was enough to light my path.Reaching around, I fumbled for my shotgun, locating it instantly.
“Get back!”I yelled, getting to my feet and stumbling toward the door.“Move her back, Wolfe!Dammit!”
The man seemed to process what I was saying, and as soon as he had Amy shifted out of the way, I lifted the gun to my shoulder and aimed at the front door, right where the handles were.I sent up a silent prayer that no one was on the other side before I fired off three rounds, hitting my mark effortlessly.It was enough to weaken the wood.With my foot, I kicked in the center, but nothing happened.
“Move!”Wolfe howled, grabbing my arm and jerking me out of the way.
With a well-placed kick by the much bigger man, the doors flew open.Air rushed in and the fire thundered behind us.
“Out!Now!”Wolfe hollered, nudging me with his shoulder.
My brain was so fuzzy I didn’t even realize I'd been standing there, frozen in place.
With Amy in his arms, Wolfe pushed me until the three of us were out of the building, stumbling down the steps to the gravel parking lot.
No sooner had we reached Wolfe’s truck than one of the deputy’s squads came barreling into the lot, sirens blaring, lights flashing.
“We need an ambulance,” Wolfe said, his tone frantic as he spoke into the phone.“We’re at Reagan’s Bar in Embers Ridge.There’s been … fuck … an explosion.We’ve got one injured for sure.Possibly two.”
Clearly the guy had the brains to call 9-1-1.I could hardly process what was going on, much less what I should’ve been doing.Lot of damn good I was doing anyone.
And with that one last thought, everything went fuzzy on the periphery of my vision.I had to sit down.
So I did.
ChapterThirteen
Lynx
“Where’re you at?”
I pushed up off the couch when Rhys’s panicked shriek sounded through the phone.
“Home.Why?”
