❦ Rosalind ❦
Oh s**t. Oh s**t. Oh s**t.
Viktor drifted in and out of consciousness, his eyes closed, and I slapped him awake.
“Don’t go into the light!” I yelled over the din.
His soldatos exchanged fire with gunmen across the pool, and Dante was nowhere to be seen.
My head roared with fear and confusion. Were they after me, or Viktor? He’d taken bullets, and somehow I thought they were after him. Otherwise I’d be the one shot. Or maybe they had bad aim, like me.
Shaking the thoughts off, I clutched my Kimber pistol, eyes shifting wildly around the commotion.
Seeing no one approach us, I picked up a piece of shattered glass and, with it, tore a strip of fabric from my dress.
“Don’t you dare die, mister!”
I tied knots at his shoulder and upper thigh to stop the blood flow, ignorin
