BLAZE
What the hell is Colt shouting for?
Ashton and I run.
My heartbeat slams against my ribs, pounding so hard it drowns out everything else. My feet barely touch the floor as I tear through the space between us, following the panic in Colt’s voice. It’s wrong. He never sounds like that.
I see them.
And I stop breathing.
Colt is on his knees, half-draped over a body—Luther.
No. No.
It’s wrong. This whole scene is f*****g wrong.
Luther isn’t moving. Colt’s got both fists twisted in his shirt, shaking him so hard his head snaps back. "Damn it! Come on, man!" His voice is raw, almost breaking, and Luther isn’t responding.
I move. I don’t even realize it, but suddenly I’m there, falling to my knees, shoving in beside Colt. My hands are on Luther before my brain catches up—gripping
