The firearm fit like an old friend in his hand, still warm.
His raised his arm.Click. Boom.
The dead woman’s partner fell to the ground at Sean’s feet. Sean killed that Indy, too. He took a stuttered breath, grabbing his chest where David was shot, but he started back toward the fight in the lobby.
“Sean!” David coughed out the word with a spatter of blood.
Sean turned.
Trying to remain on his feet, David threw him the gun. Sean snatched it from the air.
“Hide her,” Sean said. “Now.” He turned back toward the fight. The pixies held their own against the remaining creatures, but numbers weren’t on their side.
David wiped the blood from his mouth.
Behind him, Isobel had regained her feet. She stared wide-eyed at Sean’s departure, restrained by David’s magic.
“Let me go!” she gritted through her teeth.
“No,” he coughed out.
“He can’t go alone!” She raked her hands through her curls. “What if he’s hurt?”
David choked again, struggling to get air. Damn powerful, that blood oath magic. All she could see was Sean, in danger, putting his life at risk. It wasn’t her fault, but he was pissed anyway. They fucking shot him. While he was protectingher.
Flames lanced through David’s torso.
The world spun.
Her gaze finally landed on him, and she sucked in a breath at his injury. In a blink, gentle hands touched the blooming stain of blood on his shirt. Black spots crept into his vision, specks of silver at the edges. His legs gave out, and he fetched up against the side of a desk, sliding to the floor.
Nothingness loomed on the other side of a veil, and David stepped toward it. He welcomed it. Hewantedit.
But he paused as a blurry vision rose from the depths—a woman with bloodred lips smiled his way, her sharp-nailed fingers cupping Anna’s shoulders.
The image collapsed as his name echoed from a long way away, and the darkness finally won.
Sky blue flickered deep in his subconscious. He should have told her he loved her. Instead, he’d broken her.
Determined lips touched his.
Wait. Why?—
Magic spiraled through his body like golden, healing glitter.
Isobel.
Isobel’s lips.
Isobel’s magic.
He’d forgotten…
It twirled around the bullet hole and sewed it back together. It soaked into his vessels and replaced the lost blood. It fixed everything.
Everything.
Even his shattered ice walls.
