Heat courses through my thigh followed by flashes of pain so blinding I can barely see.
I scream and want nothing more than to grab my leg and curl up in the fetal position, but at that verysecond, Milaya begins to cry again.
I hear it. Her tiny voice cries out, followed by dainty little coughs.
My helpless baby is in the room just a few feet away from me, and I can’t die here.
Not like this. Not when I’m so close.
My gun is too far away and the likelihood that I’ll be able to get Rian’s gun out of her hands is slim.
So, before Rian can recover and get into shooting position again, I reach down into my boots and pullfree the scalpel I hid between the boot and the inner lining when we were riding in the SUV. I didn’tknow when or if I would need it again, but I wanted to be prepared, a
