AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He could feel fate watching.
He could sense destiny listening.
The wheel was in spin.
The choice was Rhett’s to make.
Good or bad?
Demon or dad?
He’d chosen to kill his daughter twice already.
Would choosing to save her once redeem him?
He stood there for a long moment.
Then he made his choice.
He kept walking.
50
Ice watched Rhett walk away.
Walk away after briefly stopping, hesitating, pausing like he was in two minds, trying to decide whether to keep going or turn back.
He was choosing, Ice suddenly realized as he turned his attention from Rhett to Benson and Kaiser and Indy reaching for the door-handles of Benson’s boat-sized Crown Victoria, dark like a hearse, silent like a coffin.
Now time slowed down for Ice, his vision narrowing then expanding out to where he was taking in everything, every angle, every avenue, every splinter of shadow, every glint of light.
And he saw it.
The telltale glint of light from the rooftop of an apartment building.
Someone was up there.
Looking down through a scope.
And suddenly it all came together for Ice.
It came together in a blinding flash of raging desperate reckless wild out-of-control protective panic.
“Get away from the car!” he roared, breaking into a dead run from where he and Jack were already halfway down the block. “Get the fuck away from that car!”
Ice’s vision went black as his boots pounded the pavement, his legs pumping like pistons, hands slicing through the air as he called up every ounce of energy, every shred of strength, every hour of training, every splinter of sinew, every fiber of muscle.
Now his dark vision exploded into firelight, and Ice launched himself from impossibly far away, stretching his body past the breaking point as the car exploded in a ball of hot red flame.
He roared as shattered glass and splintered steel cut into his flesh as he put his outstretched body between Indy and the car, turning in the air to take the shrapnel in his back not his face, his momentum knocking Indy into the grass on the Senator’s front lawn.
He landed on her, spreading his arms and legs out wide to brace his fall so he wouldn’t crush her. Behind him he could feel the heat of the burning car, hear Kaiser and Benson shouting in agony.
His back was ripped to shreds from seething-hot steel and razor-sharp glass, but Ice didn’t give a fuck, didn’t give a damn, would give up his own life and everyone else’s to save hers, to make sure Indy knew she’d never be vulnerable to violence so long as Ice was still alive, so long as Ice was still breathing, so long as Ice was still a man.
Her man.
Now through his blood-red vision Ice saw her face, eyes wide and wild, hair singed and smoking, breath frantic with panic, chest heaving with shock.
