The first thing Misa heard after the explosion of the gun was her own heavy breathing. Everything was numb. She’d shut her eyes when she fired it, not allowing herself to give a second thought about using it on Nisha. But now, as the shock of what she had done wore off, she became aware of a tight grip on her right hand, a sharp pain in her side, and a warmth of a body pressed up against her.
Misa opened her eyes, refusing to believe that Nisha could still be this strong with a bullet ripping through her heart. Her cry of shock caught in her throat, and only a pathetic half-whimper left her lips.
Nisha’s eyes burned into Misa’s, a gray storm of fury, harsher than the thunderstorm outside, darker than the sky above. Her slender jaw was set in a stubborn, angry clench.
“Yo
