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My teeth chattered in terror. “Are we going to die?”
“I’ll kill them before anything happens to you.” He turned to look at me. His eyes were shining with fearless determination.
I imagined that was how soldiers in battle might have looked when surrounded by gunfire and bombs.
I stroked his cheek to remind myself he was real, and for a second, the tightness in my chest released. That moment of basking in the glow of his moving—if dark—words was sadly short-lived when we heard steps.
Treads grew louder, and Drake clutched a log as his weapon.
I could barely breathe.
Should we have stayed at Merivale and brought in the cops?
Crisp would have wiggled out of it somehow, and that footage had put Drake in direct danger. They would have knocked him off for sure.
I couldn’t risk losing him.
I would go down fighting to save him, just like he was doing for me. After all, he’d blackmailed Crisp to be with me.
We were a team. Together in life and in death. And I planned to make sure we made it out alive.
No one was going to take Drake from me.
As that thought surged through me, my fingernails turned into claws, but then something bit me, and I had to shift my weight.
Drake gestured for me to stay down, then leapt out of the bush. As I buried my head, I heard a gun go off.
I gasped.
I peeked over the bush. Dawn had just broken, and there was Drake wrestling a man on the ground.
He pushed his attacker’s arm away just as the man fired another bullet, which barely missed me.
After he kicked the gun out of the man’s hand, Drake punched him, causing the man to stumble back.
We had the winning edge, and though my heart was in my mouth, I went to grab a rock in readiness to help bring the man down.
After he kicked the gun away, Drake had his back turned when the guy grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him onto the ground again.
They rolled around, struggling in each other’s arms. Drake kneed the guy in the groin and somehow grabbed the log and slammed it into the man’s skull. Blood poured out.
He’d knocked the guy out cold.
Drake rubbed his neck and arms and looked stunned.
“Hurry, let’s get out of here,” I said, taking him by the hand.
As I picked up the gun, the bushes rustled.
“There’s another one of them,” Drake said.
He took the gun from my hand, then went to the man on the ground and placed his finger on the guy’s neck.
“What are you doing? We should go,” I whispered.
Drake gazed up at me with a troubled frown, which suggested the man was dead.
“It was you or him,” I said. “Now let’s go.”
