Page 173 of Scars of Fate

He shoved me forward.

I fell to one knee.

His pistol shifted away from my chin.

Only an inch.

I drove my elbow into his wounded shoulder.

He screamed.

The gun fired.

Lucas launched himself over the log.

I grabbed the copilot’s wrist.

He struck me across the face.

Pain exploded through my cheek.

Then Lucas hit him.

The impact drove all three of us to the ground.

The pistol flew into the brush.

Lucas rolled on top of the copilot.

His fist came down once.

Twice.

Three times.

The copilot stopped fighting.

Lucas didn’t.

“Lucas!”

Another blow.

Blood covered his knuckles.

“Lucas, stop!”

He hit the man again.

I grabbed his arm.

“Lucas!”

He turned toward me.

I barely recognized his face.

Rage.