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From the Author
"Drop the gun," I demanded.
"I'll shoot her before you even pull thetrigger," he said around a sick smile.
"Run," I told Honor.
When I didn't hear the scuffle ofrushing feet, I yelled, "Run!"
I heard her then, retreating away fromus.
Lex pulled the trigger. The sound of abullet discharging from his weapon filled the air around us. Then he swung thegun at me and squeezed off a shot. I dove to the side and shot off a bullet ofmy own.
He went down at the same time I did. Hisbullet missed me, but I prayed to God mine hit him. He didn't move, and I hopedthat meant he was injured.
I heard Honor yell my name, and I pushedoff the ground and ran toward her yell. The chances of her being shot werehigh. If she was injured, I would need to get her out of here stat.
I saw the flash of her white shirt justahead, and I dropped to my knees beside her.
"Are you hit?"
"Shot?" she asked, her breath coming inshort spurts.
"Yes. Are you shot?"
"Good. Let's go."
I pulled her up and wrapped an armaround her waist. I started leading her away from Lex. We would have to takethe long way around.
We made it about three steps.
Then she shocked the shit out of me byyanking the gun out of my hand and rushing away--back toward Lex.
"Honor!" I yelled, thinking this chickmust be out of her mind.
I ran behind her and she tore throughthe woods, skidding to a stop beside the manmade hole that was dug into theground.
"Where is he!" she demanded, holding thegun out in front of her like she meant business.
My eyes went to the spot where he fell.
It was empty.
"Come on you sick bastard!" shechallenged. "Not so tough when the playing field is even!"
She stole my gun and ran back to whereshe was being held captive with the intention of shooting her captor?
She was one crazy bitch.
It was awesome.
Nothing around us moved and as awesomeas her kickass attitude was, it was also kind of stupid. He had a gun. He couldbe lining up a shot right that minute.
My gut told me he ran off, but I wasn'tgoing to take any chances.
I approached Honor like a cowboyapproaching a nervous filly. "Hey," I said gently. "It's okay now. He ran off."
She still stood rigidly, holding the gunout in front of her like she would shoot anything that freaking dared tobreathe.
"Honor," I said, stopping at her side."You're safe now." Slowly, I reached out and wrapped my hand over the gun,pulling her arm down and gently taking the pistol from her grasp.
I wrapped my hand around the back of herneck. Her skin was ice cold to the touch. The warmth of my palm seemed to breakthrough whatever mental state she was in and she turned her head, her eyessearching for mine in the dark.
"You came," she whispered like she neverreally thought I would.
Something inside me cracked at her tiny,whispered words. "Of course I came."
She folded herself against my chest,pressing her face into my jacket and letting out a deep exhale. My arm left herneck and wound around her, clutching her against me, supporting her weight, andnoting how small she felt in my arms.
She might be tiny, but she was asurvivor.
"You did good, sweetheart," I murmured."You did real good."
I felt a shudder move through her and Iwanted to gather her even closer. I was tempted to sit down right there on theground and pull her into my lap and hunch myself around her, to shelter her withmy body.
But I couldn't.
We had to get out of here.