![]() ![]() 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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