Page 133 of Lethal Game

Sophia crawled over to Con and began to check him for new injuries. Her shirt bandage on his thigh had come loose and he was bleeding again. She clambered to her feet and moved to look for a proper bandage, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.

“Stay down,” he growled at her. “Can’t you see someone is shooting at us?”

“Whoever it is,” she said, jerking her hand out of his grip, “isn’t shooting at us.” She got away from him this time and went to the supply area Akbar had used her as a battering ram to destroy.

Aha, she had upended a box of bandages. She grabbed a couple, then went back to Con, who was now sitting up and looking grumpy.

“You didn’t know the shooter wasn’t shooting at us.”

“I did the moment he didn’t shoot us.”

“What the hell does that mean?” he demanded.

She took a long look at his leg, then inserted her fingers through the tear in his pants and ripped it open.

“Ow!”

“Oh, shut up, you big baby.” She gave him a glare as she bandaged his leg. “Or would you rather bleed to death?”

People were running around, but between the explosion, fire, and gunshots, most of them were giving Sophia and Connor a wide berth.

A tall man wearing a robe about six inches too short for him walked toward them like a panther approaches prey.

“Hello, Smoke,” Sophia said. “Please tell Con you were the one who shot those guys over there and made Akbar stop trying to kill us.”

Smoke shrugged. “Okay.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Con said. “Was it actually you?”

“Yeah.”

Con shook his head, frustration and irritation making him look dangerous, wild, and out of control.

“Max called,” Smoke said. “He’s on his way. We should see some support in an hour or so.”

“Wow, I almost don’t know what to do with that good news,” Con said with more sarcasm than Sophia felt was required.

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