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But it was then I heard a familiar voice.
“Where is the bitch?” Jack snarled.
“Eat shit,” Rune said between harsh breaths.
Was he shot?
Why else would he sound like that?
I didn’t stop to think, didn’t try to get one of the club guys to help me.
I flew into the doorway, arm already raised.
Was it shaking? Yes.
But something inside strengthened, stiffened, when I saw Rune on the ground, red blooming through his shirt.
He wasn’t the only one on the ground.
Two bangs.
Two men down.
Rune must have had access to a gun. Because my other cousin was on the ground. And unlike Rune, he didn’t seem to be moving. Or breathing.
“Looking for me?” I asked, making Jack straighten and partially turn.
A snort escaped Jack as he glanced from me to the gun in my hand. “Well, that makes it easier.”
“Run, baby,” Rune demanded between sharp breaths.
I let my gaze slip from my cousin to Rune, my stomach twisting at how pale and sweaty he looked. How long before he would pass out? Before he bled out?
The problem was… Jack was still pointing his gun at Rune. And if I was right, he was aiming right at Rune’s head.
“You’re too much of a pussy to shoot—”
“I’m not,” a voice said behind me as he yanked the gun from my sweaty hand, aimed, and emptied the magazine into Jack, his body jolting like men did in action movies.
I didn’t stop to think.
I flew forward toward Rune, dropping down at his side, and pressing my hand into his stomach, feeling his hot, sticky blood slipping between my fingers.
“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
I didn’t realize I was crying until Rune’s hand moved up to wipe the wetness from my cheek.
“You should have stayed in the glass room.”
“I had to warn everyone. I saw them and… and I had to do something. Is someone calling an ambulance?” I cried as I heard voices. “Why isn’t anyone saying they called the police?”
“We’re getting him help,” Spike said, nudging me out of the way so he could yank Rune’s shirt up to inspect the wound.
“He needs to go to the hospital.”
“Love, we’re gonna take care of him.”
“Lettie?” Croft asked, dropping down next to me.
