Page 30 of Grayson's Angel

What Grayson didn’t expect was for Kara to try to save his life. His heart squeezed when he saw her launch her body toward Sarah, but she was too late. Sarah had already pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot rang through the air. Kara slammed into Sarah, causing the bullet to go in the same direction in which he had leaped to dodge the bullet. The sting of it hitting his chest was enough to knock him out for a second.

Lying on the floor, Grayson reached for his gun to take Sarah out, but his hand wasn’t cooperating with his brain. Fuck, being shot hurt. He knew he was bad off, but Kara was still in danger. A second gunshot rang through the barn, and Sarah dropped to the floor. Hank or one of his men had taken a perfect head shot.

Kara came running toward Grayson, but before she had time to get to him, Josiah’s arm pulled her back, and he held his gun to her head.

“Let me go! I need to save him.” Her plea was heartbreaking.

Grayson was trying hard to keep from passing out. He had placed one of his hands on the bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding. In the background, he could hear the ambulance and sheriff coming to their aid. He thought he might close his eyes for just a couple of minutes.

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She couldn’t lose him,not before she told him how she felt. Kara had taken self-defense classes over the years. Using her right leg, she swung it back with enough force to hit Josiah in the nether regions. He was taken by surprise and lowered the gun for a second.

Then she threw her elbow back as hard as she could and felt the cracking of his nose. Josiah cried out in pain, dropped the gun, and released his hold on Kara. She heard loud footsteps coming from behind her. She knew that they were from Grayson’s friends.

She ran to Grayson and knelt by him. Tears were streaming down her face, making it hard to assess his injury. She ripped his shirt open and applied pressure to his wound to stop the bleeding. “Come on, Grayson!” she shouted, trying to get him to open his eyes.

“Kara, you need to move,” a deep voice said from behind her. When the person put his hand on her shoulder, she jerked her arm away.

“I’m not leaving him.”

“You need to. The paramedics need to look at his wound.”

Kara finally took a second to look around the barn. She hadn’t heard the paramedics enter the barn nor the sheriff and his deputy show up. Kara moved to the side, so they could do their job. She kept her hand on him, needing to touch him.

Hank squeezed her shoulder. “He’s going to be fine.” But his voice didn’t match his words. It was filled with worry.

“He’s lost too much blood.”

The paramedics stopped the bleeding by the time Grayson was put in the ambulance. But before the ambulance doors closed, Kara heard the paramedic yell for the paddles.

She dropped to the ground and sobbed.

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