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says.
One second ticks by. Two. Three.
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“I don’t have anyone else I can trust him with,” he says.
“You can’t trust him with me!” I yell.
“I have to,” he says. “Look, the . . . the vigilantes. Whatever you want to call them. Some of them died at my dad’s compound but not all of them. Not most of them. And the lead chemist who created the serum is still alive. I found out where he is. If he and Glazunov have their research, and if they work together, it’s our best chance to find a cure.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. I’m not babysitting a man you’ve kidnapped, a man who probably wants me dead.”
“I’m leaving him here, McKenzie,” Lee says, leveling his gaze at me. “I won’t be gone more than three days. All you have to do is feed him and give him some water.”
He’s serious. He’s going to walk out of here and leave that man tied to my bed. I won’t be able to just let Glazunov go. If he doesn’t try to kill me immediately, he can come back anytime. he knows where I live. And if I call the cops instead, I’ll have to explain how he ended up tied to my bed.
“You don’t have a choice on this,” Lee says.
Those words make my resolve turn to steel. I’m sick of people taking away my choices. I’m not putting up with it anymore.
I give a short, humorless laugh as I pace past the couch.
“I’m sorry,” Lee begins. “It’s the only . . . Where are you going?”
I don’t answer. I reach my front door, turn the knob, then swing it open. As soon as Kyol crosses the threshold, I say, “He has a gun.”
SIX
K YOL DISAPPEARS INTO a flash of light. By the time I turn back to the living room, he’s behind Lee, taking the gun out of a holster hidden under his shirt and tossing it onto the couch. A second later, he has Lee’s arm twisted behind him and a dagger against his throat.
“Are you hurt?” Kyol asks, not taking his attention away from Lee.
“No,” I tell him. “Just pissed off. He has a vigilante tied up in my bedroom.”
“Christ,” Lee says, flinching when Kyol puts more tension on his arm. “I’m just trying to save Paige’s life.”
“You’re trying to save your own,” I say, walking back to the couch. His knees buckle.
“He’s injured,” Kyol says, lowering Lee to the floor. He pulls up Lee’s shirt, revealing his side. His black shirt and pants hid just how badly he’s hurt. There’s so much blood, I can’t even see his injury. No wonder he’s so pale.
“What happened to you?” I ask, my anger sizzling out as I kneel beside the two men.
Lee’s jaw tightens. “Glazunov got the gun out of my hand. Grazed me with a shot.”
“This is a graze?”
“It’s just bleeding a lot,” he says.
“You need to go to a hospital.”
Kyol glances at me. I don’t meet his eyes, but I know what he’s thinking: I care too much. Here’s a guy who broke into my apartment and threatened me with a gun, and I’m concerned about his well-being.
“Couldn’t take Glaz with me,” he says. He squeezes his eyes shut.
“Do you have bandages?” Kyol asks, sheathing his dagger.
“Yeah.” Ten years of being around the fae has put me in the habit of having a fully stocked first-aid kit on hand. I walk to my tiny kitchen and grab the plastic Tupperware box from under the sink. I take it back to the living room, then hand Kyol a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. “This will disinfect the wound.”
Kyol takes it without question, then pours the liquid over a two-inch gash that looks like it was made by a knife, not a gunshot. Lee’s body jerks once, but that’s the only indication of how badly the stuff burns.
“Can he help Paige?” Kyol sets the bottle aside. He knows how much I value my friendship with Paige. For the last ten years, she kept me sane. She never judged me, and I felt like a normal human around her. She’s also saved my ass more than once.
One second ticks by. Two. Three.
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“I don’t have anyone else I can trust him with,” he says.
“You can’t trust him with me!” I yell.
“I have to,” he says. “Look, the . . . the vigilantes. Whatever you want to call them. Some of them died at my dad’s compound but not all of them. Not most of them. And the lead chemist who created the serum is still alive. I found out where he is. If he and Glazunov have their research, and if they work together, it’s our best chance to find a cure.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. I’m not babysitting a man you’ve kidnapped, a man who probably wants me dead.”
“I’m leaving him here, McKenzie,” Lee says, leveling his gaze at me. “I won’t be gone more than three days. All you have to do is feed him and give him some water.”
He’s serious. He’s going to walk out of here and leave that man tied to my bed. I won’t be able to just let Glazunov go. If he doesn’t try to kill me immediately, he can come back anytime. he knows where I live. And if I call the cops instead, I’ll have to explain how he ended up tied to my bed.
“You don’t have a choice on this,” Lee says.
Those words make my resolve turn to steel. I’m sick of people taking away my choices. I’m not putting up with it anymore.
I give a short, humorless laugh as I pace past the couch.
“I’m sorry,” Lee begins. “It’s the only . . . Where are you going?”
I don’t answer. I reach my front door, turn the knob, then swing it open. As soon as Kyol crosses the threshold, I say, “He has a gun.”
SIX
K YOL DISAPPEARS INTO a flash of light. By the time I turn back to the living room, he’s behind Lee, taking the gun out of a holster hidden under his shirt and tossing it onto the couch. A second later, he has Lee’s arm twisted behind him and a dagger against his throat.
“Are you hurt?” Kyol asks, not taking his attention away from Lee.
“No,” I tell him. “Just pissed off. He has a vigilante tied up in my bedroom.”
“Christ,” Lee says, flinching when Kyol puts more tension on his arm. “I’m just trying to save Paige’s life.”
“You’re trying to save your own,” I say, walking back to the couch. His knees buckle.
“He’s injured,” Kyol says, lowering Lee to the floor. He pulls up Lee’s shirt, revealing his side. His black shirt and pants hid just how badly he’s hurt. There’s so much blood, I can’t even see his injury. No wonder he’s so pale.
“What happened to you?” I ask, my anger sizzling out as I kneel beside the two men.
Lee’s jaw tightens. “Glazunov got the gun out of my hand. Grazed me with a shot.”
“This is a graze?”
“It’s just bleeding a lot,” he says.
“You need to go to a hospital.”
Kyol glances at me. I don’t meet his eyes, but I know what he’s thinking: I care too much. Here’s a guy who broke into my apartment and threatened me with a gun, and I’m concerned about his well-being.
“Couldn’t take Glaz with me,” he says. He squeezes his eyes shut.
“Do you have bandages?” Kyol asks, sheathing his dagger.
“Yeah.” Ten years of being around the fae has put me in the habit of having a fully stocked first-aid kit on hand. I walk to my tiny kitchen and grab the plastic Tupperware box from under the sink. I take it back to the living room, then hand Kyol a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. “This will disinfect the wound.”
Kyol takes it without question, then pours the liquid over a two-inch gash that looks like it was made by a knife, not a gunshot. Lee’s body jerks once, but that’s the only indication of how badly the stuff burns.
“Can he help Paige?” Kyol sets the bottle aside. He knows how much I value my friendship with Paige. For the last ten years, she kept me sane. She never judged me, and I felt like a normal human around her. She’s also saved my ass more than once.
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