At the sound of Sparkle’s voice, Josh closed his eyes for a second and sent up a silent prayer of thanks. He had no idea how she’d survived all that gunfire, or how he’d remained unscathed with all those bullets flying around. Pushing to his feet, he threw out a hand to steady himself when his legs wobbled. The inside of his chest burned from the smoke, and his coughing had done little to clear his lungs. His left hand gripped the railing, his right holding fast to the pistol. It felt strange against his palm, but he wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger whether he had to, lack of training or not.
A few unsteady steps down, and he craned his head around to see Sparkle and the two men lying crumpled on the floor. Bile rose in his throat. His gaze swung from the bodies to Sparkle, taking in
