Page 135 of The Night Shift
My heart jumps into my throat. “What thehellare you doing?” I hiss.
He glances around. “Huh. There’s no one here.”
“I could have told you that from right here, you stupid fucking moron.”
“You can never be too sure —”
A shadow lunges from the side. Someone rams into Theo, sending him crashing to the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
“Theo!” I shout, sprinting toward him.
They roll across the ground, the stranger moving with brutal speed. He pins Theo down, his hand pressing hard against his chest. Theo headbutts him — hard. The man reels back just long enough to punch Theo square in the jaw, splitting the corner of his lip. Blood drips down Theo’s chin.
It’s as if a mind-controlling fungus has taken over my body.
I slam my fist into the side of the man’s neck. He gasps, falling to the side. I snatch the garrotte from Theo’s hand and throw myself onto the guy, straddling him, my legs locking his arms down against the cold ground, as I press the garrotte firmly against his throat. “OnlyIget to make him bleed.”
The man freezes, choking back a breath. His hoodie slips back, revealing his face.
I stop.
For a second, I think I’ve seen a ghost.Herghost. The same brown hair, the same green eyes, the same familiarity.
I keep staring and staring, and when I speak, my voice barely sounds like my own. “Sid?”
Chapter 27
Theo
Now
Getting my face punched in front of Holly is starting to become a recurring event and I’m not a fan.
I wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth and sit up to glare at the man currently pinned under Holly.
She’s got her knees pressed into his arms and her garrotte against his throat. The guy winces, his hoodie pushing back to reveal his face.
Holly freezes. “Sid?”
Sid? Who the fuck is Sid?
The man coughs. “Holly?”
I push up onto my elbows and say, “Theo. Not that anyone asked.”
Holly scrambles off him, eyes wide, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “How…what are you doing here?”
Sidpushes himself up too, rubbing his throat, refusing to take his eyes off Holly.MyHolly. “You still live here? New York?”
Holly nods.
“It’s been a while, huh?” he says.
“Ten years,” Holly says.
Ten years? What the bloody hell is going on? And who is this guy?
His eyes flick to me, his gaze briefly catching on my split lip. “Sorry about that.” Then he turns back to her. “He a friend of yours?”
