Chapter 8 · Blood and Cold Steel

Three dead men lay on the elevator floor. One of them was mine.

I'd put that round through his throat with a Glock Lucian shoved into my hands ten seconds before the shooting started. The gun was still warm against my palm. My ears rang. Rain blew sideways through the hole in the glass and soaked what was left of my wedding dress.

Lucian stood over the bodies with blood running down his forearm. Some of it was his. Some of it was drying across my collarbones, where he'd dragged me down behind the bed.

"Mag out," he said.

I dropped it. He took the Glock out of my hand like I was a kid holding a steak knife.

"Nice shot. Don't let it go to your head."

"You're welcome," I said. My teeth wouldn't stop clicking. "For saving your ass."

"You saved your sister's ass. I was standing next to you."

Two of his men came out of the stairwell and hauled the bodies out by the ankles. Nobody said a word. Nobody looked at me.