Page 76 of Night's Fall
I huffed out a shocked breath, caught his cheeky, reminiscing grin, and started laughing again.
WhileIwas doing it, something snagged my attention at the corner of my eye.
Or perhapsIfelt it becauseIknew the feel.
I knew it down to my bones.
I peered overTerrinton’shead.
And froze solid.
No.
It couldn’t be.
But it was.
The male from the alley.
The male who shot my beast.
The male who murdered half of me.
“My dear?”Terrintoncalled.
“Danger,”Iforced through stiff lips.
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“Danger,”Isaid.
He was dressed as a caterer.
His eyes were locked onAleksei.
He began to set his tray aside at the same time reach inside his jacket.
“Danger!”Ishrieked, garnering the attention of those around us, pulling my hand fromTerrinton, dropping my champagne to the floor where the sound of it shattering barely pierced the din of conversation, and planting my foot to race towardAleksei.
ButIdidn’t have to.
Set and some female were on the threat.Setflying from out of nowhere, tackling him at his back.
The tray he was still carrying went flying, some cheese puff type things strewed, the female was right there, at the ready, legs planted, her weapon trained on him.Setpopped to his feet, and she zapped him.Thevillain’s body jumped then went inert with the stun.
They both moved in unison to put restraints on him.
The hum around us rose sharply as people made their alarm vocal, shifting away from the ruckus, a few shrill noises of shock sounded, andIfeltTerrinton’ssurprisingly strong fingers circle my wrist.
“I thinkIshould take you to—” he began.
Sacrifice,Ithought.
Diversion.
Back in that alley, there had been one.
And he was easily neutralized.
