Ninja Gaiden Ragebound Novels & Stories

“Get down.” There was no room for any argument with the command. I wasn’t moving until his body moved me. He was all motion and intention — pulling me low, tossing the entire width of him across my shoulders like armor. Glass flew off near us, glimmering rain. Hot, terrifying bullets tattooed the marble where my head had been a moment before. Dante’s thigh hit me over and over, his forearm pressed over my shoulders. His chest was a great home above my own, a tough, living roof; his heart pounded under my cheek like a caged one.