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Someone’s gotten ahold of the gun, and it’s just gone off.
forty-eight
Rory
BeforeIhavetimeto acknowledge anything other than the sound of the bullet leaving its chamber, I’m shoved to the ground.
I’m crushed between Cole and the solid oak floors of the Daniels’ home.
Pressing farther, he shields me, protecting my body with his. My head is smashed in the same fashion. Iceman putting my safety over his own.
I don’t know where to look or move, not that I can do much of either. Every part of me is a mixture of stress and turmoil.
Cole makes himself seem inhuman. His entire being may be made up of more muscle than actual flesh but there’s no way it’s not screaming. Mine is, and it’s underneath him, and I haven’t gotten into a fightorbeen in a car accident.
I wouldn’t be surprised if those bruised ribs weren’t broken. At least a few had to be.
His blood oozes, dripping into my hair and spilling into the back of my shirt, but he holds strong. Never wavering or letting me go. Not until he’s sure it’s safe.
There shuffling and then some grunts of struggle, I’m positive they are from Lorna. Another yelp follows and then I hear more struggling.
“We good?” Cole asks after what I swear is forever. Tone as serious as the situation could’ve been.
“Yeah,” Eli says, sounding winded.
A wave of relief hits me. Eli’s speaking so that means he has to be alright.
“You’re not human,” I grumble after he jumps back up to his feet and extends a helping hand. Cole shouldn’t have this kind of energy right now.
The edge of his mouth hovers like he’s trying to conceal a smirk while mine hangs the other way.
“I’m not being callous. I’m serious.”
Snorting, he tugs at my begrudging form, and I choke back a breath at the unexpected closeness. My front is now pressed to his.
“Of course, you are, same as you always thinking you’re right.”
My eyes widen. “I am.”
“Sure you are,” he responds, scraping his tongue over his teeth. In spite of everything that’s happened, that stupid little smirk he shoots me makes my heart pitter-patter that much faster.
“You’re such a dick.”
“You love my dick,” he croons right back.
Now I’m full on scowling. “Fine. An ass then.”
“My second-best feature.”
I roll my eyes wanting to deck him, but I don’t. He’s gotten into enough scuffles lately and I’m not sure my heart could take much more, so I drop it.
Our lips have barely had the chance to brush, and our names are being called.
It’s probably for the best. Cole’s distraction was so intense I’d momentarily forgotten about everything else. Who was okay? Where had the bullet from the gun landed?
Iceman shoots Eli an ugly glint over my shoulder when he thinks I’m not looking but I discount it unlike everything else.
Silas is hunched over, confined to a corner on the far side of the room. He’s holding his elbow as he groans in pain. His face is puffy, swollen, and caked in layers of half-dried blood. He’s awake and breathing though, him being spared that one gift is enough for me.
