CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Karina’s knees buckled. Zero couldn’t feel his own legs as he rushed forward, unaware that he’d dropped the gun until he was catching her in both arms.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered quickly. “You’re going to be okay.” He said it over and over again, as if the mantra would make it true. “It’s going to be okay.”
She’d been shot twice, once near the navel and once higher, dangerously close to her heart. He tried to press his hand over it, but every beat pumped more blood out of the wound.
The sounds of men shouting from outside were lost to him. Or maybe it wasn’t outside; it could have been Alan shouting right in his ear for all he knew or cared.
“You’re going to be okay.”
Karina stared back at him, her eyes wide and afraid, one hand gripping his neck tightly
