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Hissed-out words that were too fucking close.
She whipped around, felt Connor do the same next to her, but didn’t look at him. Didn’t have the chance to.
Because her mother was running toward them.
And she held a knife, its blade glinting silver in the moonlight.
Raven froze.
But Connor didn’t.
He stepped in front of her, shielding her. Protecting her. Shoving her back to that open door.
She flew inside, landing hard on the tiles, wind knocked out of her on the impact, and looked up to see…
Connor blocking her mother from following.
And that moonlit blade sinking into his stomach.
Thirty
Connor
Red hot pain through his middle had him grunting, looking down.
Oh shit.
He reached for Raven’s mom’s wrist, wanting to stop her from pulling the knife out, from yanking the blade out from where she’d stuck it in him and causing even more damage.
But he’d been stabbed.
He wasn’t fast enough.
The blade slid out with a sickening slurp and suddenly warm liquid, warmbloodwas gushing over his belly.
It was crazy how quickly his head went fuzzy, whether it was from the blood loss or the adrenaline or the pain, he didn’t know. One moment he was lucid, upright, watching the Raven’s mother’s scowl transforming into something even uglier, and the next, he was staring down at his stomach, watching his blue scrubs slowly turn red.
Sylvia stepped forward, her arm extended like she was going to stab him again.
Then Lex was suddenly there, grabbing Sylvia’s arm, twisting her wrist so the knife clattered to the ground, and shoving her back roughly.
She hit the pavement with athud, Lex on top of her.
Connor could barely hear, barely see because his pulse was pounding in his ears, his vision was going gray, his own knees were buckling, slamming to the pavement.
“Stay the fuck down,” Lex snapped when Sylvia fought him, flipping her so she was facedown.
That was the last glimpse Connor had because his vision had narrowed, black on the edges, and because people were suddenly surrounding him.
No. Not people.
Raven.
Raven was there.
He grunted again, vision clearing slightly from a sharp burst of pain that had his eyes flicking down, seeing she’d applied pressure to his wound. Her hands were immediately covered with blood, but she didn’t flinch, just pressed harder, used her foot to block the door when it tried to close, and turned to look over her shoulder.
“Help!” she shouted. “Help, right now in the ambulance door. Right now!” she shouted again, her voice fracturing slightly.
