“We know you’re in there!”
Isabel made a terrified sound beside the bar.
Oh God.
Oh God.
They found us.
Hersh moved instantly then.
One hand pulling me behind him while the other reached for the gun at his back.
Fast.
Controlled.
Deadly.
The tavern door suddenly SHOOK beneath another violent hit.
Wood cracked.
Trigger raised his weapon toward the entrance.
Wolf moved left.
Ava crouched protectively beside Isabel.
And Hersh?—
Hersh looked over his shoulder at me one time.
Just once.
But the look in his eyes hit me like a freight train.
Because it said everything he couldn’t say out loud.
If this goes bad…
I’m dying before they touch you.
The door shuddered again beneath another brutal impact.
Then—
A familiar voice roared from outside the storm:
“THE HELL YOU ARE!”
Gunfire exploded across the street.
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BLAZE
The second that voice hit the street outside, relief slammed into me so hard it almost made my knees weak.
