Chapter 269
- I herd them behind me, my body a shield, angling myself so no stray bullet can reach them from the side. My arms ache from holding them back, but I don’t loosen my grip.
- Stéphane hasn’t looked away from me once. His gun remains trained on my chest, unwavering.
- “Stay back,” he mutters, his voice tight, “and they won’t get hurt.”