Chapter 8: I Hate Myself and I Want to Die (Part VIII)
‘Get down! Everyone get down!’ Somehow he
was shielding her and pushing her out of the range even before she realised it
was a steady showering of bullets that made the world around them go boom. He
pushed her behind the corner of the staircase, joining her after firing a few
shots into the dark.
Cursing he pulled his gun close to his chest, eyes
flying over the island. He was calculating escape routes and it was something
he didn’t do often. Running from a fight was not his style, but between Elizabeth and
Věra, he was not about to face a crazed murderer without a plan. Which was
rather funny considering he was about to stomp in there like an idiot and get
himself killed, before those two wild cards reminded him there was still
someone worth living for.
Věra, Eli, I need you out of here,’ he started
saying aloud, as well as telepathically, ‘Kiernan is guarding the exit on top
of the bridge. Get to him as fast as you can. No, I’m fucking not discussing
this, Elizabeth! Kie, when they reach you get them both to safety.’ He then
looked over at
Věra, who stared at him in complete puzzlement. ‘Oi! I have
She shook her head, ‘What the fuck is happening?’
‘A war? Or possibly just a fight in one. Will see at
the end of the night. Kie, do you have Elizabeth?’ He waited a moment, during
did her best to find his telecom and came up empty handed.
‘Elizabeth, for the sake of Poseidon’s Golden Trident, do not fuck with me
Shots sounded overhead, making him growl and pull out
another gun. He trained that one on the bridge overhead, hissing, ‘Kie is down.
Who the fuck is he working with?!’
‘I’m going to die today,’ shot out of
‘No, you’re not,’ he snapped, pulling her in front of
himself by her waist and back up under a looming arch. Then, standing in the line of
fire of the first assailant, he yelled, ‘Elizabeth de Lavergie, I’m not going
to repeat this! Get your arse over here before they kill us all! I don’t care
if you see Adam’s face, or where, just…’
‘Adam’s face is behind you,’ snapped a tense tone,
Riley moved like lightning. One second he was pointing
his guns at the staircase, the next he was standing in front of her, arms spread
wide to secure her behind him. His blue eyes flashed yellow at the man
standing in front of them.
You would think V would’ve gotten used to surprises by
now. Immortality, spontaneous shootings, people getting assaulted in their own
homes… Well, the sight of the nice boy-next-door you once invited out for a
drink with your group pointing a gun at you was just shocking enough to make
even the toughest person gasp.