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Donald spun around to face the building and caught sight of us watching him. His manic eyes bounced from person to person, pausing on Catherine with faint recognition.
When he landed on me, he brought the gun in front of him, shaking like he was in an earthquake. His finger wasn’t on the trigger…yet.
“What is that, a Peacemaker from the wild, Wild West?” Miles sauntered around Catherine and me, his hands on his hips. “What year was that gun made, 1892? Have you held up any stagecoaches lately?”
Donald’s arm went lax, falling to his side, and his face pinched with confusion. “What are you talking about, boy?”
“Miles, no!” Weston hissed. “Get back here.”
Miles ignored his brother, scratching the back of his head with his middle finger. “Did you know Billy the Kid?” He snapped his fingers like he’d just thought of something. “Say, did he give you that heater? No, wait, that’s fromThe Outsiders. What do cowboys call their revolvers? Pops?”
The security guards drew closer as Donald stared at Miles like he was an alien speaking another language.
“Who’s a cowboy?” Donald demanded weakly. “Why do you keep asking me these questions?”
“I don’t know, Don. You seem interesting to me. I’ve always been curious about what life in the 1800s was like, and you look like just the guy to tell me. Did you ride the Oregon Trail? I heard dysentery was the worst, and forget it if your wagon broke an axle.” He slid his hand across his throat like a knife. “That’s the end for you, right? Can’t really go on without an axle.”
The guards took their opening. One grabbed Donald’s arm while the other wrapped himself around Donald from behind like a boa constrictor.
He screamed and flailed, crying pityingly for help. The guards were as gentle as they could be, bringing him down to his belly on the ground.
Miles spun around to face all of us and wiped his forehead. “Fuck. I was nervous there for a second.”
Weston shoved forward, shaking his head at his brother. “You could have gotten yourself killed. What were you thinking?”
His mouth hitched. “I was thinking I’d distract that old guy so no one would get hurt. Seems like I did a pretty good job, huh?”
He held his arms out to show he was unscathed, and Weston reached out for him like he was going to pull him into a hug.
“You’re an idiot,” Weston gruffed, one hand on his brother’s shoulder.
Without warning, a singular firework went off so close it rattled my bones. One sharppopcut through the night sky.
Miles went still, except for his eyes, which rounded in panic. Or maybe it was pain.
In the background, the guards were yelling and scuffling on the sidewalk, but it was muffled by the roar of blood in my ears as Miles fell, one knee at a time, onto his side.
“That wasn’t a firework,” I uttered.
Elise, Saoirse, Luca, and Catherine all rushed forward, dropping down beside Miles. Weston stood above his brother, and our eyes met.
“A shot. Miles was shot.”
The world turned to chaos.
Chapter Forty-four
Catherine
WestonwalkedoutofMiles’s hospital room looking like he’d aged ten years.
“He’s high as a kite.” He rubbed his face and groaned. “They’re taking him in for surgery to remove the bullet, but he told them not to stitch it up too neatly because, and I quote, ‘Chicks dig scars.’ My brother, he—”
He broke off, and Elliot didn’t hesitate to pull his oldest friend into a tight hug. Elise stationed herself to the side, rubbing them both up and down their backs.
Miles was going to live. He’d be fine. A gunshot to the ass wouldn’t stop him for long. But there had been long, harrowing minutes where none of us had known where he’d been hit. All we saw was blood. So much blood.
Miles had passed out from the pain and blood loss, and I’d watched Weston crumble. He’d fallen to his knees and cried over his brother’s body. Luca and Elliot had been right there, on their knees with him, but what could they have said? Done?
