Page 246 of Things We Hide from the Light
“He didn’t shootatyou. He shot you.” My vision was going red. “I think I need to shoot him,” I decided.
“If you shoot Hugo, I get to shoot Dilton. He’s the one who shot you,” she said.
“I know.” I chanced a peek around the tractor’s wheel and saw Dilton disappearing behind a mountain of plastic totes. Nolan was nowhere to be seen.
“You know?” she hissed.
“Memory came back when I got your voicemail.”
“Wait a minute. Why are you here? You’re supposed to be protecting Naomi and Waylay.”
“Lucian and a private security team are guarding them.”
“You two gonna talk all day or come out so I can shoot you in the head?” Dilton shouted.
A bullet zinged off the metal body of the tractor.
I pushed Lina lower and pointed at the tarped vehicle next to the tractor. It was shorter and lower. “Go,” I ordered.
She shook her head vigorously. “No.”
“Get your ass out of here, Angel.”
“I’m not leaving you,” she hissed, knocking me off balance.
I winced when my ass hit the knobby tread of the tire.
“What’s wrong?” she hissed. “Are you hit? If that guy shot you in your perfect ass, I’m going to kill him.”
“I’m not shot. I’ll explain later.”
A bullet whizzed over our heads, ruffling the edge of the tarp.
I caught a glint of blue as I fired back blindly.
“I’m not leaving you,” she said again.
“Angel.”
“What?”
I gripped her chin and turned her head. “Found your Porsche.”
Her mouth fell open and a high-pitched squeak came out.
“You get the car out of here. I’ll take care of unfinished business.”
She looked to the car, then back at me. “Damn it. I can’t do it. I’m not leaving you here.”
“You love me.”
Lina blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You fucking love me,” I told her.
“Oh? And I suppose youdon’tlove me?”
“I fucking love you back. So much that we’re not waitin’ until after.”
