“No!” Caesar’s mother ran at William, pushing the gun away from her son. “Go, Caesar!” She wrestled with William for the gun but was no match for him.
Caesar grabbed Eve’s hand and pulled her toward the gate. A bullet zipped past Caesar’s ear. Another grazed Eve’s arm. She cried out in pain, not daring to slow her pace. He scrambled to his feet and took a quick glance back. His mother lay on the pristine grass, crimson blood staining the perfect green that had bestowed their family title.
“Mom!” Throat tightening, he resisted the urge to turn. He used his body to block Eve as she ran, looking back one more time only to see his mother raise her head for just a moment, point her finger forward, and mouth the word run. He choked down his emotions as they raced through the gate onto the road
