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I sprinted after Petrosian. My cover was blown. If he got away, he could use Tris to get to me and there was no way in hell I’d let that happen. I ignored Judd’s yell to stand down. I couldn’t let Petrosian get away.

I burst through the door into a narrow alley, just in time to see Petrosian rounding the corner. I pushed myself harder, my lungs burning as I gained on him.

My arm extended, finger grazing his coat jacket. I was close. I pushed harder, forcing my legs to move at an impossible speed. I couldn’t let him get away. Not when he could go after Tris.

His body turned.

Stars exploded in my vision, pain radiating through the side of my head and the arm I threw up at the last minute. I stumbled, crashing into a stack of pallets. My head pounded, eyesight blurred as I looked up at Petrosian standing over me with a metal pipe in his hand. Where the fuck had he gotten that?

I cradled my arm against my chest.

“You should have stuck to the stage, Rockstar,” he sneered, raising the pipe for another strike.

I braced myself for the impact.

My mind once again flashing a picture of Tris across my vision.

Fuck.

It was too late to go back. It was too late for regret. It was too late to apologize and tell her I was a fucking idiot.

This was it.

Instead of the hit I’d expected, there was a blur of motion, and suddenly Jack was there, tackling Nikol Petrosian to the ground.

The world spun as I tried to get to my feet, my head throbbing in time with my racing heart. The sirens in the distance grew louder by the second.

“Killian!” Judd’s voice cut through the chaos. He appeared by my side, his face a mask of fury and concern. “What the hell were you thinking?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me shaky and nauseous. I leaned heavily against the wall, blinking against theblinding sunlight, watching as more officers swarmed the alley, securing Petrosian and his men.

Jack made his way over to me, a wild grin on his face despite his split lip and the way he was favoring his right side. “Now that,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder, “was one hell of a game.”

I groaned and then couldn’t help but laugh, even though it made my head hurt worse. “Yeah.” I stared at him. “Fuck, Jack if it wasn’t for you?—”

Jack shrugged. “Don’t get all mushy on me. Besides, you would’ve done the same.”

He was right. I would have.

Judd looked between us, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re both insane,” he muttered. “Killian, you need to get checked out. That head wound looks nasty.”

I waved him off.

Instead of listening, Judd motioned for an EMT to come closer. “I’m pulling rank here. You have no choice. You’re going to the hospital to get checked out. Both of you.”

Black spots floated before me as I watched Jack pull his phone out of his back pocket. Before I could ask who he was calling, my vision blackened and a weightlessness spread throughout my limbs.

Fuck.This wasn’t going to end well.

Chapter Thirty-Five

TRISSA

Still reeling from my conversation with Killian, I slumped in my chair in the conference room. When I looked up, both Wendy and Peter who had just come back from a break were staring at me.

“What?” I snapped.

“Nothing. Just wondering if you were okay?” Wendy asked. Her voice had taken that tone people used when they thought someone might break or freak the fuck out. Objectively, I recognized she was probably being really sweet, and I regretted the nasty thoughts I’d had about her when we first met.

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