As my adrenaline drains, my veins fill with pain. “Pretty much.” I tuck myself tighter against Finn. “So you took a bullet for him?” Jett snarls. His gaze snaps to my bloody arm, and his lips pull back, flashing teeth. They beeline to Jett, who stands in the foyer with a handgun cocked. Maybe blood loss is already settling in because I know the guys won’t let that happen. I should be on guard when another assassin could pop out from anywhere to finish what he started. Together, they push through the crowd, snarling at anyone who comes too close to our tight group. He and Hunter sandwich Orion between them.
When he lifts me into his arms, bridal-style, my legs are jelly.įinn holds me to his rumbling chest. “Babydoll.” Finn plucks me off Orion, covering my bloody wound with a broad palm. “Hunter! Finn!” Orion shouts over the chaos.
Hot blood flows between my fingers, spattering Orion’s white collar, but I can’t feel pain. Your arm.” He holds me against his chest where he caught me, his scent thin and sharp.Ī wave of nausea rolls through when I spot the blood gushing from my bullet hole. But are there more shooters? I keep low, looking for cover to duck behind, somewhere safe to drag Orion. The shot echoes in my ears, a world-ending snap that sounds ten times louder outside the firing range.Ī dozen shots pepper the ballroom, and I don’t have to look to know the guy who just tried to assassinate Orion is meat paste. “Down!” Before I can think, I react, dragging Orion from the bullet aimed at his back. I spotthe shooter half a breath before the first scream.
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