Twenty-Eight - Connor“I’m going to end you, Connor,” Fang growled, renewing his grip on his gun and on the rifle at my throat.
“Yeah, okay,” I said, yawning. “You better get on that. I’m willing to bet that Dante has already called the cleaner, and what you want to do isn’t going to matter once he shows up. If we’re all still here then, we’re all dead, but you know how that goes,” I told him. Really, I was just hoping Dante had the foresight to go head and get the cleaner on his way out before law enforcement showed up.
Then, I caught a glimpse of Sara standing over Fang’s shoulder. She held one of our assault rifles in her hands, and she was creeping up on Fang. It was good to see her up on her feet and okay. She had cuts and dirt on her face and arms, and there was blood on her that pr
