My heart seized in my chest, panic making me feel goosebumpy yet overheated somehow at the same time.
Miko and Nero shared a look, then threw open their doors, and rushed out.
But not before Nero very carefully placed a gun on top of the center console.
I watched them run, their night vision making them nimble as they flew into the pitch-black woods.
I waited maybe a beat or two before I climbed over into the driver’s seat like I said I would.
But I didn’t just stay low and wait.
I inched the car slowly, very slowly, back down toward the cabin.
I really wasn’t even in my right mind as I kept hearing gunshots, as I kept imagining one or more of them hitting Silvano, taking him from me.
Then, out of nowhere, I saw him.
Well, I saw… someone.
But something inside of me knew it was him.
And I watched as he lost his footing, as he fell.
I never moved so fast in my entire life. Not even when I was trying to run from Neeley. Not even to save my own life.
I grabbed the gun, threw open the door, and ran.
My heart dropped as I watched another man appear, gun raised, as Silvano was still down, still vulnerable, unaware.
I didn’t stop to think.
I couldn’t.
I just let my finger slide to the trigger.
And then I pulled and pulled and pulled.
And watched as the man jolted, then fell.
And didn’t get back up.
Honestly, I wasn’t really aware of much after that.
Like I saw Silvano get up, moving toward me slowly like I was some scared, wounded animal.
I guess I was.
I didn’t even feel the panic as Neeley appeared, as he held up a gun, clearly having the advantage.
I felt like I was physically there, but far away mentally and emotionally. I couldn’t seem to muster up any worries. Or any thoughts at all.
Until there was another pop.
And another.
And another.
I was sure Neeley had shot Silvano.