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He held the bullet out in his hand. “You think you can kill me that easily? And you’re a hunter?” He dropped the bullet in front of Jace.
It hit the metal with a loud clang.
Frankie’s heart raced. How the hell could he do that?
David cocked his semi-auto then, drawing Robert’s attention. “We might not be able to kill you—yet—but we sure as hell can cause you a lot of unnecessary pain.” David fired.
The sound of the shot rang in Frankie’s ears.
This time, Frankie didn’t think.
She ripped her gaze away from the action, trusting David could handle it. For now. Jace was kneeling, spewing curses she had never even heard before. His blood formed a small pool of crimson around him, the heat from the liquid billowing with steam in the freezing cold. With David drawing Robert’s attention, she was at Jace’s side in an instant. She pressed her hands against the wound and applied as much pressure as she could, but his blood continued to flow with frightening speed.
“Shit.” She stripped off her coat and rolled it into a long strip. Using all her strength, she forced Jace to straighten his leg. She looped the material underneath his thigh and tied it off above the wound. She hoped that bastard hadn’t hit an artery.
She grabbed Jace’s face and forced him to look her in the eye. “Don’t take the tourniquet off.” She turned to leave, to help David in the fight, but Jace grabbed hold of her wrist.
“Don’t you dare get hurt. Give him hell.” He released her.
David was fighting hand-to-hand with the bastard—or hand-to-gun. He had jammed the butt of the revolver into Robert’s jaw.
Blood spewed from Robert’s mouth and stained his teeth red.
Frankie ran straight for him and thanked God she had enough focus to transition. She dove for Robert and shifted mid-jump. Her canines collided with his stomach, piercing deep into his flesh. He toppled over from the force of her attack.
Take that, asshole.
Except within seconds, he had hold of her by the scruff. Lifting her as if she weighed no more than a newborn pup, he threw her away from him. She hit the platform hard and skidded across the smooth metal.
Fuck!
Her back legs slid over the edge of the structure. Her stomach dropped and her fur bristled as she clawed at the platform and tried to hold herself in place. She yelped. Just as she was sure she was about to fall to her death, a pair of large hands clutched her paws. Jace hauled her back onto the platform.
“What did I say about not getting hurt?”
She whimpered to say “I’m sorry” and panted to catch her breath.
A loud groan echoed through the night, a jolt of adrenaline kicking her senses into overdrive. The sound of David’s strained voice mumbling in Hebrew registered in Frankie’s sensitive ears. A low growl escaped her at the sight of Robert lifting David into the air by his throat. David grasped Robert’s hand and clawed at his fingers, to no avail, his face turning from pale to pink. His mumbling grew fainter as his air supply was cut off.
No.She couldn’t stand here and watch Robert kill Jace’s friend.
She leapt at him. The sharp points of her canines latched onto his throat, and the sick taste of him filled her muzzle. David fell from his clutches as the three of them toppled over the railing, plunging off the metal structure. Frankie closed her eyes on instinct. She heard a loud shrieking yelp and faintly wondered if she’d hit the ground yet. She couldn’t feel her body, the impact.
All she knew was pain.
The next she was aware, someone shook her shoulder, and a fresh wave of nausea coursed through her as her consciousness faded to black.
Jace didn’t givea shit that his leg was injured or that he was bleeding like a stuck pig. He skyrocketed down the platform steps, leaving a blood trail as he dragged his leg behind. He sprinted to Francesca’s side, adrenaline fueling him. At the force of the impact, she’d shifted into human form, and her naked body lay on top of the frozen grass and half-melted snow.
“Francesca? Francesca? Fuck, Princess! Don’t you pass out on me. Don’t you do it, damn it!” He probed her neck for a pulse and massaged the bones. Pulse steady, and her neck was perfectly intact. But her right arm and shoulder were a whole different story.
And that bastard had gotten away on top of that.
Shit. He couldn’t move her and risk injuring her further, and he couldn’t call the cops. An unconscious naked woman and two men covered in blood, with bullet casings scattered everywhere, wouldn’t make for an easy explanation.
No doubt they were on their way already, after all that ruckus.
He glanced at David, who lay on the ground several feet away. His leg was bent unnaturally, but he had managed not to pass out. Instead he stared up into the night sky with wide, shocked eyes.
