Page 78 of Tangled Lies
Jett pointed to where it was already red and puffy.
“You’ve had worse; you’ll be—” My words cut off with the air I sucked in at the sting of something in my side.
“Fuck.”
I fired my gun, and the guy who had just stabbed me dropped to the floor. I turned to the other two.
“Anyone else playing hero tonight?”
They feverishly shook their heads, but I didn’t believe it.
“Mark, did you tell him to be a hero?” Knox asked him. I stepped away from the table. Shit. The knife was tiny and it fucking stung. Damn it.
I looked around for something I could use to put pressure on it so I could remove the damn blade. I hated it poking me in the side even more than I hated the burn of the stab.
“Talon?” I looked up at the sound of Margaux’s voice. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
I cocked my brow.
“Are you worried about me, princess?”
The way she chewed on her lower lip told me she was.
“Aww, thanks for the concern, but it’s just a—” I didn't finish the thought because in one smooth motion, she had lifted her dress, grabbed the knife from her thigh holster, and marched over to the body I’d already shot.
“You asshole.”
The guy wasn’t fully dead, not yet, so when she stabbed him in the chest, pretty close to the bullet I’d lodged there, he let out a gurgled cry.
“Margaux, pretty sure you got his lung. He’ll—” I stopped talking again when she yanked the blade out and the guy tried to reach for her hand to stop her but she batted it away, and this time she went right for his heart.
I shifted over to Ronan and Jett; Knox had taken several steps closer but hesitated as we all tried to figure it out.
“Uh. Do we stop her?” I asked.
Ronan was still holding Mark down.
“It’s kind of hot, her avenging you and shit,” Jett said.
Fuck. A warmth blossomed in my chest. He wasn’t wrong.
She stabbed him two more times before she stood up, out of breath.
She pushed back her long hair, a streak of blood along her cheek. When she finally looked away from the now still body, confusion was the only emotion evident.
“What?” She wiped her hands on her dress and then stopped and looked up.
“Oh. I’m so sorry. I ruined the dress.”
Fuck, she looked like the angel Knox had already nicknamed her.
I couldn’t look away. The heavy breathing of three other bastards was the only sound for a few more seconds.
Ronan was the first to speak.
“We can get you another one. Do you feel better now?”
She straightened her spine and looked at me.
