Trigger’s voice exploded upward:
“DROP THE DAMN GUN!”
Adrenaline slammed through my bloodstream.
Flick grabbed my arm.
“Oh my God?—”
I moved fast toward the stairs weapon raised carefully as I listened.
Wolf shouted something.
Acrash followed.
Then Tate roared:
“GET ON THE FLOOR!”
Silence hit suddenly afterward.
Hard silence.
The kind after violence.
Flick stood frozen behind me.
Fear all over her face again.
I hated that look already.
Then Trigger yelled upward:
“Blaze!”
Still alive.
Good.
“What?”
A pause.
Then:
“You better get down here.”
Wrong tone.
Not danger.
Shock.
My pulse immediately shifted.
I glanced back toward Flick once.
“You stay behind me.”
