Page 40 of Scars of Fate

His rifle wasn’t aimed at us.

It was aimed at the civilians.

More specifically, at Wynn.

Time slowed.

I saw him settle behind the scope.

Saw his finger tighten on the trigger.

Everything inside me went cold.

“Wynn!”

She couldn’t hear me.

The canyon was too loud.

I swung my rifle toward the sniper.

His muzzle flashed at the same instant I pulled the trigger.

Wynn jerked and disappeared behind the rocks.

No.

I launched myself down the trail.

Adam shouted behind me.

“Lucas!”

I was already moving.

Sliding.

Falling.

Running downhill as fast as gravity would carry me.

I didn’t know whether my shot had reached the sniper in time.

I didn’t know whether Wynn had fallen or been hit.

There was only one thought in my head.

Not again.

Not this time.

Not her.

Never her.

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WYNN