Gentle, strong, warm hands reached out, wrapping around mine to stop the motion. Drakon took the spent gun from my grip and pulled me tightly against his chest, locking his arms around me.
"It's done," he rumbled softly into my hair, holding me close. "He's gone, Kira. He's gone."
I stood there frozen, staring down at the lifeless body on the concrete. I didn't even realize I was crying until a warm tear slipped off my chin and splashed against my hand. I reached up and wiped my face, feeling a small shock of surprise at the wetness on my cheeks.
Drakon held me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "It's okay," he whispered.
Over the top of my head, his voice hardened back into authority as he barked an order to the shadows. "Clean him up. And take care of Jarek."
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