Chapter 35
The force of Carly’s jump dislodged the rack from the wall. Metal legs tilted precariously. Cans rattled. Then, almost in slow motion, the rack and all of its contents tumbled down upon Carl’s head.
He wasn’t mortally wounded. I could tell that from the roar of rage, only partially muffled by cans of chicken broth and green beans that surrounded him. Perhaps that’s why Victor ignored his newly rebuilt partnership and snapped out an order to the shifters who called Carl boss.
“Find my cousin now.”
Whatever Victor’s reasoning, the three armed men ignored him. Instead, they dove into the pile of rubble as a unit. Apparently, external alliances paled in the face of danger to a downed leader.
Victor’s response to being ignored was deep and guttural. He took a step toward the doo
