Ethan is covering us, shooting at Shane as he ducks out from behind the car, letting off a few rounds. Cian is livid. I don’t remember seeing him this worked up. With his gun raised, he walks toward Shane, not bothered that he could be shot dead.
“Cian!” I scream, rolling onto my side so I can stand. “Stop!”
But he doesn’t.
He charges toward Shane, and when the night sky erupts into gunfire, my heart threatens to claw its way from my ribcage.
With hands still bound behind me, I run toward Cian, and as Shane stands, gun poised, ready to kill my best friend, I shoulder Cian to the ground, covering him with my body. Pops echo in the distance, hinting Ethan has our backs.
But there is no way this fucker, Shane, is going to get out of this unscathed.
Cian fights me, angered I would stop h
