Toria avoided Kojo’s eyes. She seared Lyra’s face into her brain, penance for mistakes upon mistakes. “But what about him?”
“You couldn’t have known. He probably didn’t either.” Victory eased out from under Lyra, settling her on the porch. “I heard his arrhythmia. The man was a heart attack waiting to happen. Toria, where is their child?”
“Safe, I swear it. I sent him away with Liam. They should be far from the city by now.”
Hugh interrupted Victory’s response. “Ladies, we need to take this inside.” He used the doorjamb to heave himself to his feet and pointed toward the curb, where a car had slowed to a stop.
Toria leapt up. If not for the bodies arranged around her, she could explain the gunshot as a car backfire. She squinted into the darkness beyond the porchlight as a tall figure
