Page 64 of Fallen Rider
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Dylan leans down and places his hands on the arms of the chair.
“Looks like the cavalry is here and just in time.”
He kisses me and I want to vomit. I try to twist my head away, but his grip on my chin is too tight. When he pulls back, he has my blood on his face. He grins maniacally, and I wonder if he’s finally lost it.
“Sit a spell, little Mackenzie. I’ll be back to finish what I started.”
I watch them both disappear through the door, Dylan pulling a gun from his waistband as he walks, which makes my stomach fill with ice. I send up a prayer to the universe asking to keep my family safe.
For a moment, there’s just silence greeting me.
Then, there’s an almighty rumble and my chair rocks before I realise something just exploded.
