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"Okay." Yeah, that sounded like a plan. All they had to do was get over the deck.
"I thought you said the front would be covered?"
"Any assailant worth his salt would have help, and they'd have all exits covered. Any prey worth their salt assumes all exits are covered and takes the line of best defense."
Mikayla would decide if that made sense later.
Breathing in deeply, she moved as Kira slipped out the door, following close behind and staying as low as possible.
The moon seemed as bright as daylight as Mikayla stared into the darkness desperately, trying to pinpoint the shadows. She could feel the panic, the fear, rising inside her. They weren't making it across the deck fast enough. She could feel it. She was so focused on it that when the first crack of wood just to her left splintered, she didn't even know what it was.
"Run!" Kira didn't bother trying to be quiet.
Mikayla felt the other woman's hand grip her arm, jerking her across the deck as that plop, plop sound began pelting against the side of the house. A window shattered above their heads as they reached the end of the deck. Kira pushed her over the side and as the other woman followed a hollow sound of pain came from her lips and she collapsed on the grass.
"Fuck me. Ian is going to be pissed," Kira groaned. Mikayla knew what had happened. Gripping the other woman, Mikayla jerked her to her feet despite the curse that fell from Kira's lips.
She'd been shot. Mikayla could smell the blood, felt it as Kira fell against her, her wounded shoulder pressed against Mikayla's arm.
Mikayla fought to get Kira to the side of the house when the quiet sound of bullets striking around them began to enrage her. She fired into the darkness. The pop of the little .22 wasn't loud enough to suit her, but a bullet was a bullet, right?
She doubted it, but she could hope it was.
She didn't realize she was crying as she struggled to drag Kira around the side of the house. Mikayla wouldn't have realized she was cursing if she hadn't heard the word
"fuck" fall from her own lips.
Reaching the corner of the house, she threw Kira around the side of it. Wood splintered above Mikayla's head once again, raining small splinters of wood around her as she ducked and fought to drag Kira to her feet.
"Bastard got me in the leg," Kira cursed, her breathing heavy as Mikayla fought to catch her breath. "At least we have some cover here." It was little enough. A small toolshed that they were tucked against. There was cover on two sides, leaving them too exposed.
"Kira, I'm sorry," Mikayla panted. There was no way out of it. She could feel the 212
danger coming closer, death marking the very air as she fought to figure out what to do, which way to turn.
Things were happening too fast. She hadn't had a chance to do too many things. She hadn't told Nik she would always wait for him.
"Mikayla!" She heard him.
Jerking around, she saw him. Two tall, dark figures were racing across the yard, weapons drawn, as sirens could be heard in the distance.
The steady, silenced strikes of bullets against the house had stopped. Whoever had waited in the darkness to pick her and Kira off like sitting ducks were gone now.
"Kira!" Ian was suddenly at the other woman's side, his voice calm, concerned.
"Two. Shoulder and leg." Kira was breathing roughly. "I might need help pretty fast, Ian."
"An ambulance is on its way, baby," Ian prom
ised her as he tore his shirt off and began placing tourniquets around Kira's shoulder and thigh.
Mikayla felt Nik beside her. She hadn't moved. His hands were going over her, his gaze watching her in concern.
"They're gone?" she whispered as she stared back at him. "I didn't get to see who it was, Nik. I'm sorry."
His pale blue eyes were like white-hot flames in the darkness as the flash of lights began to fill the night and neighbors began filing from the houses.
"That's okay, I did." His face, his voice, was hard as stone. "I saw who it was, Mikayla. And I'll take care of it."
