Page 31 of Twisted Revelations

The idea was driven clean out of his head when I lifted, aimed, and watched half of his face explode in the mirror in front of him. I’d turned on my back, using the dead man I’d stumbled over to prop myself up.

Furniture moving noises came from the bedroom Bev and D shared. A man’s loud roar sounded, followed by the subdued double tap of a weapon going off.

I crawled across the body I’d used as my prop. My knee sank into the stomach and caused the body to vibrate under me. The hair-raising growl escaping the body raised goosebumps on my arms.

When the lights snapped on, Dax’s gun was aimed in my direction. I caught the sight of a muzzle flash and glanced back in time to see a body falling into the nook I’d started out in. By the time I glanced back in Dax’s direction, he’d disappeared again.

On my hands and knees, I crawled to the edge of the large sofa and aimed my head around to view the area Beverly was in. The sight that filled my view was a large splattering of head contents on the table Beverly was no longer hiding behind. Instead, a limp body lying stomach down appeared not to have a head attached.

Two bodies lay slumped at the front door, blood running like spilled water around them. They were likely attempting to make an escape once they discovered they’d aimed too high and ambushed the wrong people.

The sound of another fight had my head turning in every direction. We’d turned this expensive luxury suite into a murder house, and I prayed all our crew was still breathing. The rusted scent of blood mixing with the unmistakable odor of gun smoke dominated the suite. The suffocating mixture clogged my nasal passages, traveled down my throat, and rested in the pit of my stomach.

Where the hell is Beverly?

No sooner than I thought it, the hairs on the back of my neck stood, and a chill consumed my entire body.

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