Calista fought, really damn hard, not to panic. And so far she was succeeding—well, if you didn't count her trembling hands.
“Jaxon,” she called, stepping close to him, heart pounding hard against her ribs. “Jaxon, what is going on?”
He opened his mouth to answer but a voice at his back beat him to it. “You would have known some bastards were shooting at us if you weren't standing here screaming like a f*****g zombie.”
The voice startled her. She thought it was just her and Jaxon.
“Aaron,” Jaxon warned, looking behind his shoulder, his face hard.
Aaron stepped aside, his eyes fixed on Calista, holding a gun. Aaron was the dumb man who had barged into the operating room, throwing mindless threats and being an absolute i***t.
Go figure.
The familiar feel of rage buzzed under Cali
