And then I see him.
An Irish soldier, neck marred with the sigil of the O’Gadhra clan, his tonguestuck out between his teeth in fierce concentration. He sees me looking athim—and then, when I can’t stop myself from peeking once more at her, hefollows my line of sight and understands instantly that she is the one thing Icannot bear to lose.
Then he starts to make for her.
I’m dumbstruck for only a moment before I start sprinting to intercept him.But in the end, it’s that wasted moment that makes all the difference.
He leapfrogs a pew, and then another. I slip in a puddle of blood, hit thefloor, throw myself right back up, keep running.
He withdraws a gun from his belt and loads a fresh clip as he keeps moving.
I stumble again. Get up again. A flying elbow catches me in
