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Satisfied when she didn’t see any, she looked at me instead.
“You okay? Are you hurt?”
“You shot him,” I said, dumbly.
“Slightly less labor-intensive than shoving a screwdriver into his carotid,” she said, giving me a small smile despite the situation.
“He’s dead?” I asked. “You’re sure?”
“He’s not getting up, but if you’d like to shoot him a few more time, for funsies, I can loan you my gun.”
Free—finally, completely—it all came rushing back.
The fear, the struggle, the pain.
My entire body started to shake violently.
“Okay. It’s okay,” Kit cooed at me. “Come on. Let’s get you up, okay?” She reached for my hand before I could stop her and the slightest touch had me crying out in pain. “Fuck. Alright. Here,” she reached toward the other hand instead, slowly pulling until I was sitting upright.
My insides felt like they were rattling around, but I managed to get myself to my feet.
Kit’s arm slid around my waist, silently walking me away from Ben’s body.
“How did you…” I started.
“Edith,” she said, giving me a squeeze. “She came scratching at my door and shrieking like a banshee. I knew something was wrong.”
And she came to rescue me.
She’dkilledfor me.
We were just nearing the clearing by the houses when the rumbles of motorcycles grew louder and louder.
Headlights cut through the night air.
Then the engine cut, and Nave was running toward me, his face a mix of tension and relief.
“Don’t touch her left wrist,” Kit warned as Nave pulled me against his chest, his arms wrapping me up tight.
“It’s okay,” Nave murmured.
And, finally, it was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Nave
Church was just about wrapping up.
Ruin and Croft were already on their phones, texting the club girls. Spike and Cain had probably already rounded up several women at the bar, ready to come back and party.
So it was momentarily completely silent in the clubhouse when my phone’s ring sliced through the air.
I knew.
Somehow, I knew.
It was in the way my hairs all stood up, how my stomach rolled. Even before I saw Kit’s name on the screen.
