Twenty-Seven - SaraI raised my gun, but Dante put a hand on it and pushed it back down.
“No, wait,” he told me.
“But look at them. Fang has Connor on the ground,” I pleaded.
“That’s fine,” Dante argued. “Just wait. Connor’s got this. I can feel it.”
“But what if he doesn’t?” I asked.
“But he does.”
I lowered my weapon and watched. I couldn’t see what was going on. Fang’s back was to us. All I could see was that he was straddling Connor, and it looked like he was pressing Connor’s rifle down on his throat. I took a couple of steps closer to try to get a better look. I walked carefully, quietly.
I could hear them talking, but they were keeping their voices low. The conversation was obviously just between them; we weren’t meant to hear it. As I got closer, I realized it was getting muc
