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He scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s her biological twin sister.”
Tyler frowned, and Callum gave his friend the CliffsNotes version.
He looked as shocked as Callum felt. “Whoa.”
Callum almost laughed. “Yeah, my thoughts too. I found all this information, but I can’t find a current address.”
Tyler was just opening his mouth to say something when Callum’s phone went off. He looked down—and cursed when he saw it was the silent alarm to his house.
He shot to his feet and grabbed his keys, calling Fiona as he ran out of the office. When she didn’t answer, he cursed and tried again.
Tyler followed closely behind. It wasn’t until Callum slid behind the wheel of his car that she finally returned his calls.
“Are you okay?”
“Kasey was stabbed!” Her voice was panicked, her words high-pitched.
Callum stepped hard on the gas. “What happened?”
“She was banging on the door, and I saw she was bleeding, so I opened it. Then someone shot her with a dart and attacked me.” Every word rushed into the next.
He took a hard right, his gaze shooting to Tyler in the rearview mirror. “Are you hurt?”
“No. I ran into your office and found your gun. When I pointed it at her, she ran away, but Kasey’s not opening her eyes, and her chest is barely moving! I’ve called the paramedics but…God, what if they’re too late? What if she’s lost too much blood?”
“Do you still have the gun?”
“Yes.”
Good. She had something to use to protect herself if the person returned. He pressed his foot to the floor, pushing the car as fast as it could go.
When he arrived minutes later, the ambulance was pulling up, too. His gut clenched at what he saw—Fiona, on her knees on his front porch, face pale and a trickle of blood running down her head.
His hands fisted as he climbed out of the car and ran toward her. She was hunched over Kasey’s body, crimson soaking through her fingers as she pressed at the wound.
He lowered beside her. “Fiona—”
“I can’t move my hands—there’s too much blood.”
He touched her wrists. “Paramedics are here.”
On cue, the paramedics dropped beside Kasey. He pulled Fiona up and away, grabbing the pistol from beside her as he did and handing it to Tyler.
Fiona’s hands shook and her breath heaved. “It washer.”
Callum cupped her cheek. “Who?”
“The woman who looks like me. She wore a balaclava again, but her eyes…they weremyeyes.”
Fuck. He tugged her into his chest, not caring about the blood that soaked his shirt, just the need to hold and soothe his woman.
“You’re okay,” he said quietly, for his own damn benefit as much as hers.
“I’m okay,” she repeated, her voice muffled against his chest.
“Excuse me, ma’am, are you hurt?”
Callum’s gaze caught on the bruise and small cut just visible in her hairline. The reason for the blood on her face.
