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“Over here. Do you have eyes on anyone?”
“Working on it,” he says. “Whoever it was, they didn’t go after anyone standing outside. They were aiming for the windows. Stay put; we’re clearing the perimeter.” Then he disappears back outside again.
“Wewere the targets?” Cora is still resting against the side of the booth. Her knees are tucked against her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs. She’s looking to me with wide, green eyes.
If she was anyone else, I’d kill her. There’s something she isn’t telling me and she’s putting me at risk.
But she isn’t anyone else. She’s…
Well, I have no fucking idea who she is. Not really.
I rest my elbow on my knee and look into her eyes, leveling with her. “Now is the time to bare it all, Cora.”
Her cheeks flush. “We already played that game.”
I roll my eyes. “If you have enemies, tell me now. Your life could depend on it.”
“I don’t have any enemies,” she retorts. “Unless you count yourself.”
Good point.
I haven’t decided what I am to her yet.
15
IVAN
Yasha crashes through the back door fifteen minutes later with a thrashing man in his arms.
“Enough with the resisting,” he barks at the poor bastard. “You’re captured. Give it up already.”
The man falls to the greasy tile floor and rises to his hands and knees. Dark eyes bounce from face to face in hope and desperation.
“There’s nowhere to go,” I inform him coldly.
The door leading out to the alley slams closed with finality, rattling the stainless steel shelves. I moved Cora into the kitchen to get away from the windows in the dining room. But with the numerous sinks and drains in the floor, this will make a nice kill room, too. Blood cleans up about as easily as tomato sauce.
The man starts to say something, but I hold up a hand and he immediately clams up again.
I pace across the floor towards the man and gesture for him to sit up. He’s small with stocky arms and legs. His neck is thick and his head is balding. When he sits up, he glares at me, lip curled.
I promptly slug him in the face.
He collapses forward again, wheezing out a curse. Cora gasps from somewhere behind me, but I can’t think about her now. I have to stay focused.
I crouch down in front of the man with a sneer on my face. “Why did you shoot at us?”
The man’s eyes are dark. He turns his head and spits on the floor before facing me again. “I wasn’t shooting at you.”
“Oh, so itwasthe windows you were after. Well then, nice shot. They never stood a chance.”
“I was aiming forher,” he hisses.
“Ah.” I frown. “Then I stand corrected. You’re a fucking terrible shot.”
“It was a warning. I wanted to draw you outside.” He leans around me to see Cora. “I wanted a clear shot at her.”
My fist connects with his soft jaw before I can stop myself.
