Page 442 of Scars of Fate

He looked down at the blood spreading across his jacket.

Disbelief filled his face.

He had spent years treating lives like pieces on a board.

Predictable.

Disposable.

Controlled.

He had never considered that one of those pieces might choose to die to stop him.

Kane raised his weapon again.

Minser fired a second time.

The bullet struck Kane’s shoulder and spun him toward the aircraft.

Kane fired as he fell.

The shot went wide.

Then his body struck the concrete.

He didn’t move.

Roth ran to Elena.

I went to Wynn.

My hands touched her face, her shoulders, her arms.

Searching for blood.

Searching for a wound.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you hit?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I pulled her against me.

Her body trembled.

So did mine.

She held on.

“I knew you’d come.”

“I told you I would.”