Page 150 of Tyler's Rule
I snatched Heretic’s raised arm. “Leave him.”
“He hurt my brother.”
“You’ll kill him.”
Another hit. “Good.”
Convict hissed. “Let the police handle it. Ash is hurting. We don’t have time.”
His fist stayed raised, shaking.
But at last, Heretic listened, though wildness had taken his eyes. He turned back to his brother, paled, then finally moved with us, leaving the scene of disaster behind him.
Outside, we burst into the night.
Convict loaded Ash into his car. “We’ll go straight to Deadwater Hospital.”
“I’ll take him.” Heretic stared into the car at his brother.
His leg lay wrong. Twisted where it shouldn’t. Bone strained under his skin.
I swallowed and shook my head. “You’re covered in blood. You won’t help him like that. Go home, change first. Then come. Trust that we’ve got him.”
Convict repeated the same. “I won’t let him out of my sight.”
Heretic swore then reached for Ash’s pocket, taking his keys. “Ghost, can you take Ash’s car? I have my bike.”
I agreed, promising care with accepting the ride.
In a convoy, with all of us alive, if not unhurt, we fled the Marchant estate. This time, nothing was stopping us.
Chapter 48
Dixie
We sped into the dark. Ahead of us, Heretic roared on his bike, flying past Convict.
Tyler clutched my hand in his.
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
“Call Arran.” He handed over his phone.
I hadn’t forgotten his passcode, so the call rang through the speakers in seconds. Tyler spoke in clean, clipped sentences, explaining what had happened. His rescue and our return. Poor injured Ash.
Arran listened without interruption. “Fucking Christ. We’re on our way back, but we were heading to Glasgow. Get to the warehouse and lock down. You’ll beat us there.”
“Understood.”
Arran hung up.
Next, Tyler had me call Convict.
“Ash woke up. Mila is calming him. Leave him with us, and I’ll report back when he’s been seen.”
Tyler agreed and the call disconnected.
He squeezed my fingers, tension in the way he held himself. “His leg looked messed up.”
