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Ah, so he had this gun-toting jerk to thank for the kymine.
The jerk spat a wad of tobacco on the ground. “Get away from him. He’ll rip ya apart!”
“The hell I will,” Jude snapped and got ready to rip that little gnome apart.
“I’m not a girl.” Her fingers curled around Jude’s shoulder. He looked down, saw her claws and knew when the gnome whispered, “Shit” that he had, too.
But the hold on the gun never wavered. The gnome just shrugged and said, “Then I’ll blow both yer asses away. No fuckin’ werewolves are comin’ in my bar and wreckin’—”
“We’re not werewolves,” Jude said quickly. He could take the gun, but what if the gnome got off a shot and it hit Erin? He didn’t know how fast she could heal.
Orifshe could heal like a shifter.
No. No way could he risk her.
“The fuck ye say. I see them claws!”
Yeah, and the guy didn’t look like he was real interested in learning about all the differences between shifters. No, the fellow looked like he was only interested in firing that big-ass gun.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jude said to Erin and meant it. Odds were good this would hurt her.
But not hurt as bad as a shotgun blast.
“What? Jude?—”
The gnome’s finger tightened around the trigger.
Jude shoved Erin away—shovedhard.Her body flew into the air.
He grabbed for the gun just as the deafening blast blew the hell out of his ears.
Fire scorched his right side.Sonofabitch.
He caught the smoking barrels and wrenched the gun from the old man’s hands.
The guy whimpered.
Jude glared at him, all too aware of the blood trickling down his side. He didn’t even want tolookat that wound. “Now you’ve pissed me off,” he snarled, the words sounding distorted to him, thanks to the ringing in both ears. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”
The man’s eyes widened. Fear had his face going slack.
“Yeah, yeah, now you’re getting the picture.” He threw the gun aside. The day he’d ever choose a gun over claws, well, that was a day that hadn’t ever come for him.
The gnome scrambled back. His fingers fumbled for the door.
Ignoring the pain, Jude lurched forward. He caught the little bastard around the neck and lifted him high into the air. “You’re not going anywhere.” His sidehurt.“Erin?”
A muffled groan. He jerked around and saw her pushing up onto her knees. She tossed back her hair and glared at him. “You could have just said ‘duck.’”
Duck or fuck? He couldn’t tell for sure because his hearing was still screwy, but since they had an audience he’d go for duck.
Jude shook his head. Ducking hadn’t been good enough. He’d needed her clear and safe.
“Oh, hell, Jude!” He saw her lips form the horrified words. Erin jumped to her feet. Raced to him. “You’re bleeding!”
Like a stuck pig.
She reached for his shirt, but it was already wet with blood and plastered to his skin. Or what was left of his skin.
