“Son of a b*tch,” I moan as I stagger up and dust myself off. The bulletproof vest might be effective, but it still hurts like hell.
Infuriated I look at Moira. Her eyes are wide with surprise in her dust-smeared face. I step forward and Moira tries to aim at me again with fumbling fingers. No way I am taking another bullet. In one swift movement, I duck and roll. Grabbing Kate and pulling her up in front of me as I stand again. Moira swings around to face us and Logan is now out of her sight.
“Logan, get to safety,” I say telepathically, not taking my eyes off Moira as she still tries to aim for my head. But with Kate as a shield, she does not have a clear shot.
“I can’t just leave you like this,” he protests.
“I know you do not want to, but you have to,” I all but beg. “You are hurt
