Thirteen's POV
He eyes me cautiously, like a lion stalking prey, and in the next instant his gun is out and he's firing off shots.
I jump out of the way and duck behind one of the many desks in the room The wood splinters as he continues to fire. The gunshots cease as he runs out of bullets and I leap over the desk and crash right into him, taking him to the ground.
We roll around, each of us getting hits on the other, and I'm able to s***h him a couple times with the dagger before he's knocking it away and pulling my dagger from the holster on my side.
Before I can get the dagger back from him, he's driving it into my leg. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out and swing my fist into his face. He digs the dagger in deeper.
"Tell me Thirteen," He says. "Do you have any of your antid
