Burn - Page 95
Happiness was holding her while she slept. Making her laugh. Seeing her face soften with emotion.
The rogue agent’s hand closed on the gun, and she straightened.
No. I ran faster, firing wildly.
London got to her knees and moved to shield her sister.
I wouldn’t make it in time.
That’s when two large shadows rose out of the water behind Vivian. They were both wearing black wetsuits.
Reath raised his weapon and fired.
Vivian’s body jerked. Beau fired, and she jerked again.
The woman looked down at the holes in her torso, and her gun fell from her fingers.
London leaped up and caught the woman as she collapsed. She laid her flat on the ground.
“I need something to stop the bleeding,” London said.
Colt shouldered out of his button-down shirt. He had a T-shirt underneath. London wadded it and pressed it against Vivian’s wounds.
I reached her. “London.” I grabbed her shoulder. “You want to save her?”
London looked up. “I want justice. I want her to stand up and admit her crimes. To pay for them the right way.”
That was my woman. Honorable to the core. I nodded.
She reached up and pressed a hand over mine.
Dripping water, Beau crouched beside Vivian. “I’ve got her.”
London nodded and scrambled to her sister.
I shoved down my own churning emotions.
London was safe.
“I need to get Lexxie free.” She tugged at the ropes binding her sister. “Help me.”
I helped her get the ropes undone, and then she guided her sister to her feet. She gently worked the duct tape off Lexxie’s mouth.
“London, God.” Lexxie sobbed and fell into her sister’s arms. They hugged each other.
“You’re safe now, Lex. I’m so, so sorry this happened.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s that horrible woman’s fault.” She shot a quick glance at Vivian. “She told me she was going to kill you.”
The sisters hugged again.
I watched them, happy they were okay, but I still felt edgy. The energy inside me was jagged and raw.
I knew I’d relive seeing Vivian grabbing that gun, and London right there unprotected, for a long time.
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