Page 247 of Only Be Mine

Trevor stepped out, a gun in his hand.

Everything slowed.

“Stay down!” the officer barked at me.

Trevor didn’t aim at the police.

He walked straight toward my cruiser.

Calm.

Measured.

My blood turned to ice.

Marshal’s voice cut through the radio. “Units hold position. Do not engage unless fired upon.”

Trevor reached the rear passenger door.

The officer inside with me shouted commands.

“Drop it! Drop the weapon!”

Trevor ignored him.

He looked at me through the glass.

No panic.

No frenzy.

Only disappointment.

He raised the gun.

Not at the officer, at the window, and fired.

The glass exploded inward.

The sound ripped through my skull.

I screamed.

The officer flinched, just long enough.

Trevor yanked the door open and cold night air rushed in.

The barrel pressed to my head. “Out,” he said quietly.

Every unit froze.

Because he had positioned himself perfectly - between me and every clean shot.

“Drop it!” someone shouted.

Trevor didn’t look at them.

“Move,” he whispered against my ear.