CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
“Jesus, Kent, what happened to you?” Maria spotted him as he limped out of the steel door to the skating rink. She hurried over and slung his arm over her shoulders to help steady him.
“It’s not Sion,” he said breathlessly. After killing Rais, Reid had retrieved his guns and then made his way back down the dark access corridor as quickly as he was able—which was not all that quick at all. His knee was more pained with each step; he must have torn something when he tumbled down the stairs. His right eye was swollen anew. Both lips were split and puffy. His left hand was covered in blood where his palm was sliced open—and all of that only accounted for the visible cuts and bruises. He knew there would be much more beneath his clothes.
He had shoved open the employee ex
