H

en shot the man in the knee and throat as he screamed in pain. Olivia had to cover her mouth with her hand as she screamed, her haz

nition in his gaze before

enough for her to hear. He leaned to the right, and the odo

again, and Olivia had

right next to her. It wouldn't help them if they

set, his voice straining. "Fuck," he said

he fabric of his shirt ripped on his arm, revealing a thick red streak of bl

d onto the ground. It wasn't from the big guy, who was halfway up the outcropping, scaling it like a mountain climber trying to set a demente

ter a few well-aimed, unrelenting punches. He couldn't possibly pull it off. His face had be

big guy grumble

wollen arm. The only colors she saw th

a single step no matter how hard she tried. If the situation had been different, he would have run to her after giving her a stern look that would have had her melting like snow

uickly. There

down on the roof. His hands were moving at breakneck speed, and a tiny part of her brain couldn't help but notice how h

wn," he said quie

she couldn't figure out what it was. His wry grin told her th

honey," he said, smilin

t the very least, she was wearing flats rather than pumps-small mercies.He hopped up next to her as if it were the most natural thing in t

she was wearing flats rather than pumps, which was a small blessing. He hopped up next to her as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be ha

ndered, struggling to

abbing her by the shoulders and hurling her off the ledge and

s supposed to be safe-right in her throat. Every manner of adrenaline and heat was pounding through her,

oat was dry and her lungs were screaming at her from the way she'd flown up the stairs. And now she was c

Maybe he's the fucking psycho who killed Jon

door was blown open w

at bitter taste of dread again in her mouth that she'd experienced when that big guy grabbed hold of her. He dragged her right off her

in the city would be heading there. Or would they? The South Side, late at night, shots heard... yeah, she'd be lucky if there was a p

ed her face closer to his to whisper into her ear, pressing down hard on the back of her neck, so hard that it hurt. He wouldn't even tell her why she would have to run, all the while choking

to do to her what she could only assume was the same thing they'd d

into as small of a ball as she could, peeking out from the side of the air vent. She could mostly see feet, ducking to the sides and finding a better vantage point to shoot at her nameless

erchangeable. The big guy, as she was referring to him in her head, wouldn't ha

istant! How'd I ge

ind, but she pushed it down. She'd

f the little outcrop, muzzle flashes blinding her in the otherwise solid darkness of

ls every last

an in the knee and then in the throat as he toppled forward, screaming in agony. Libby had to muffle her scream by clamping a hand over her mouth

gnition in his gaze befor

his teeth so loud she could hear it. He was favoring his right side a

again, and Libby had

r. Not that it would do them any good when they both ended

obvious in his voice. "Fuck," he concluded, and

he fabric of his shirt tore on his arm and a thick red streak of blood appeared on his bice

to the ground. It hadn't come from the big guy though, as he was halfway up the outcropping, scaling it like he was a mountain climber trying to break some sort of

features wasn't even twitching anymore. How could he? His face was nothing more than a bloody

guy called, getti

s seeping blood. It seemed like all the col

ted to, she wouldn't be able to move a step. He gave her a stern look that would have had her melting like snow in the summer heat had the situation been any different, and th

ve fast. There

d down on the roof. His hands worked lightning fast and a tiny bit of her brain couldn't help but notice the way his

" he spoke in

she had no idea what it was. The wry grin on his face told h

y," he said with a grin

the fact that she'd seen four people die that day. No, she couldn't help but notice the hunky psycho commando and wonder what he l

e very least, she was wearing flats rather than pumps-small mercies. He hopped up next to her as if it were the most natural thing in the world to

sked, struggling to

ng her by the shoulders and hurling both of them off the ledge an