“Trick!” Edward shouted, running over to them with frantic steps.
Adrian, who had been closer, fell to his knees next to them and helped Trick get off Nadiya. “Are you shot?” he asked.
Trick’s ears were ringing and his head was pounding, but a quick self-assessment told him he didn’t have a new burning pain in his body. “No,” he croaked. The word was barely out of his mouth before Adrian was checking Nadiya next. By then, Edward had reached them and was running his hands over Trick, checking for injury.
“I’m fine. I’m not shot,” Trick assured his friend.
“Nadiya is shot.”
Adrian’s words punched the air right out of Trick’s chest. He scrambled out of Edward’s hold, then pushed at Adrian to get to Nadiya. She looked still dazed from the fall and probably still riding high from an adre
