“I’m fine!” Trey shouted, trying to cut off the many voices, all trying to speak above the other and none making a lot of sense. There was already enough background noise from all the shooting and burning vehicles. It was all about to give Trey a hell of a migraine now.
He tried to seat up, but Danielle’s hands pressed him back down. She was kneeling next to him with her bare legs digging into every stone and broken glass on the ground, but she didn’t even seem to notice.
Lorenzo was crouched near his legs and was offering cover, firing round after round at Sawyer’s men while shooting a glance at Trey every few beats.
Trey tried to stop Danielle from trying to lift his shirt and check for the wound, but she wasn’t having any of that.
But just then, Edward suddenly rounded the corner of
