Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Did you bring the cavalry?” I rasped.
Wendell deadpanned, even behind the shades. “I am the cavalry.”
He scanned the room, glancing first at Danielle, who glared at him with gritted teeth. The cushion she’d pressed against her wound had bled through. After moving to Logan, who remained unconscious after the damage Mas had inflicted, he turned to me. “What exactly are we working with here?”
“Both need an ambulance. Danielle was shot in the shoulder. Logan took two in the chest, but was wearing armor.”
“Good man. And the trauma to his head?”
“That…was compliments of this guy,” I ground out, nodding at Mas.
“Kicking a man when he’s down. Weasel move, little man,” Wendell growled.
When Mas frowned and opened his mouth, Wendell tapped the base of the man’s skull wit
