Flying Death
I hear, and turn to see Kylie’s father, his hands bound and on his knees.
Fuck me!
When shots ring out, I practically leap across the room and onto my mate. I pick her up and move her behind the bar.
“He’s dead! Ohh Goddess! My dad, I felt him… I felt his connection…” she cries out, over the sound of Mags and Hazel returning fire and glass shattering.
Asher fills my head with a thought I can’t believe I was too stupid to see.
“That’s the male that tried to mark you?? Grouch,” I snap, holding her face.
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