Page 107 of His to Burn
But I still gripped my gun as I watched, unwilling to take chances.
The shadow, a man I determined judging by the fingers, quietly tapped on the door.
Then he waited, and the moment stretched, the silence in those tense seconds so thick, I was breathing it.
“There’s no one in here,” the man whispered.
So he wasn’t alone.
I glanced at Jack, trying to decide what to do.
He nodded, then gestured toward the door,moving his fingers up and down—telling me without words to talk.
I swallowed, my throat dry, then said in as firm a voice as I could muster,
“Leave now, or I will kill you where you stand.”
All sounds, faint as they were, ceased instantly.
“We just need to get off the street.” This was a new voice, a woman, and a desperate one from the sounds of it.
Something I understood completely.
I glanced at Jack, who glared at me—practically daring me to let my soft heart get in the way.
I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
“Not my problem. Walk away or die.”
I was pretty freaking impressed with myself. I wouldn’t want to mess with the voice that issued that threat.
“Seriously—”
The man. I cut him off.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Get the hell away from this door and don’t come back.”
I yelled this time, hoping I wouldn’t alert any of those things—or other people—lurking.
“Asia?”
A different woman’s voice this time.
I blinked, shocked.
Who the fuck was calling me?
I whipped around to face Jack and saw his thoughts as clearly as I would if he’d spoken.
He thought it was a ruse.
He was probably right.
But I needed to know.
He huffed, undoubtedly pissed, but he didn’t stop me as I unlocked the closest door and was greeted with the muzzle of a handgun.
