CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
A gunshot rang out through the warehouse and Blizzard screamed. My first thought was that Red Tide had shot Blizzard, which sent such red-hot rage rushing through my veins that it was nearly enough to undo the toxin.
But when I glanced over at Blizzard, I noticed she wasn’t dead or even shot. She was just lying there on the floor like me, staring up at Red Tide, and so I looked up at Red Tide as well to see what had happened to him.
Red Tide had lowered his g*n and was grabbing the side of his stomach, which was bleeding profusely. Sweat broke out over his scarred forehead as he clutched his wound. To his credit, he wasn’t moaning at all, but I could tell the shot had shaken him just as much as it surprised us.
“What in the world … ?” said Red Tide, looking down at
