King's actions drew out yet another petrified scream from Julia.
She covered her ears with each of her hands and firmly tucked her eyes closed.
Trevor's hands flew to his still-bleeding neck, covering the gushing wound as best as he could.
He let out a vanquished cuss, burying his face in Julia's sides.
At first, he felt no pain from the graze, but it was beginning to burn with a smarting pain that grew by the minute.
For one brief moment, Julia wished the bullet went through her heart instead of the ceiling above.
The thought pranced out of her perturbed mind, losing its foundation, when King pointed his gun at her. It was as though he had heard her wish.
"Please... please... he'd be here soon. I beg of you."
Julia flung her eyes open. The lumpy tears stuck in her throat made her
