THIRTY-SIX
Her cowardice only lasted a few seconds. The danger wouldn’t go away just because she buried her head in the sand. Tulsi opened her eyes to see that there, just a few inches away, was the glint of her blade. Her finger slid across the floor and curled around the handle. Wreck was intent on his task, catching glimpses over the back of the couch and around the side, returning fire whenever he could.
Shouting joined the gunfire and a door slammed. All of a sudden, the shooting stopped. Tulsi pounced onto her knees to peek over the back of the couch before Wreck could notice and stop her.
Baines tucked himself against the wall in the kitchen and stole the occasional glance around it into the living room. Tulsi registered his position and that his attention had shifted from the li
