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I shoved open the door into cool air, shivering at the sudden cold. The car rocked when another body was flung into it. My palms skidded over the side of the car as I launched myself away, but then—
“Youfuckingcoward!” came the voice.
A sound I knew so well.
I whirled. “Theo?”
There he was, in the roadway with Chenko and his goons, fighting for his life through punches and flipping bodies, a man given incredible strength through rage.
Wonderinghow did he get heregave me no advantage. Instead, I ran toward the fight, scouring the asphalt for any dropped weapons, any objects I could use to help Theo.
There. By Chenko’s ankle. A crowbar.
That must’ve been the reason for the showering of glass I felt in the cab. These were the things I thought of as I raced over, latched onto it, and raised it over my head in an arc.
My aim was true.
I hit Chenko in the center of his skull.
He crumpled at my feet and the crowbar dropped beside him soon after,clangingin the deserted street.
My chest heaved as if I’d run five blocks to Theo, and I looked from Chenko to the crowbar to Theo.
He stared back, two unconscious bodies on either side of him.
Now, I thought. Now was the time to ask. “How did you get here?”
He blinked, a beast-switch going off, and stepped around Chenko to me. “Take off your clothes.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Take them off. Now.”
His expression was pure hysteria—or, as hysterical as Theo could get. His mouth solid granite, the skin on his cheeks flushed pink, sweat dotting his temples. And that scar, flashing lightning in the middle of his face.
“You need to explain—”
“There’s notime.” He strode toward me and lifted my shirt. It wasn’t in anger, or with jerky movements. Inexplicably, I considered it gentle during such confusing pandemonium. And in response, I complied, helping him peel off my shirt, help unbutton my shorts.
“Underwear, too.”
“Theo, we’re in the middle of the street.”
“You’re covered by the car. Quick.” He stomped over to a crumpled form, peeling off the black clothing of the man who, while skinny, was still a man.
I tried to focus on covering my naked self and not on predicting Theo’s moves and that it was more than likely he was going to use a body to seem like me in order to buy us time.
When Theo came back over, his arms heavy with clothing, I said, “We can’tkillanyone.”
“We don’t have to.” He helped pull a black t-shirt over my head. When what felt like cold paint hit my chest, I knew before Theo had to say, “He’s already dead.”
“Did you—”
“No. Chenko. In an effort to escape.”
I glanced down at Chenko. “Did I…?”
“No.” In a fervor, he grasped the sides of my face and laid a heavy, emotion-laden kiss on my lips. “You don’t have to do that anymore.”
