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“Just humor me.”
Devon’s hazel stare found Blake’s. “What’s going on?”
Before he could answer, a sharp crack sounded from somewhere outside.
Every muscle in his body locked down.
Gunshot.
Another followed, then a third.
“Down!” Blake shouted.
He sprinted into the living room. When he was close enough, he lunged for Devon, catching her around the waist and driving them both behind the couch.
Glass exploded.
Devon screamed.
Emmett drew his weapon.
Outside, gunfire erupted from the direction of the driveway.
Blake pulled Devon close, shielding her with his body as another round shattered the living room window. His phone crackled with Draven’s voice as it came through the team’s radio app.
“Multiple hostiles! Three—no, four armed men approaching the house!”
Blake looked down at Devon. Her eyes were wide, but she wasn’t panicking.
He brought a hand to her cheek. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Another shot tore through the room, hitting the wall directly behind them. And somewhere outside, they could hear Jethro’s deep voice shouting a warning.
The men headed their way had only one goal in mind.
They’re here to kill Devon.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The sound of another gunshot sent Devon’s heart into overdrive. Blake tightened his hold around her as something struck the wall above the couch.
Bits of plaster rained down on their hunched bodies. She flinched, pressing closer to him while the gunfire continued.
Someone was shooting at the house.
No, they’re shooting at us.
“Devon, look at me.”
Blake’s voice cut through the chaos.
She lifted her head, meeting his intense blue stare. “Yeah?”
“I need you to stay low and do exactly what I tell you. Understand?”
Devon nodded.
“Good girl.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek. Looking toward the kitchen, he shouted, “Emmett! We need to get her away from all these windows!”
