He knew then how serious his injury was. He wouldn’t have much time. He had to make sure Cassidy was safe.
“Run...” When he made his move, she had to run to the car. Had to get inside before any of Genevieve’s men fired.
“No.” Cassidy’s voice was as pain-filled as his own. “If I move, she’ll kill you.”
But Cassidy had to step back if she hoped to keep living.
“Last chance, Cassidy!” Genevieve’s voice rang out. “Get away from your lover! Or you die with him!”
Because she wanted her vengeance. He’d killed Ian, now she thought to kill him.
Think again.
“Get...away...” Cale growled.
“Not happening,” Cassidy growled right back at him.
I love her.
“You’d be willing to die for him?” Genevieve screeched. “A man you just met days ago? He doesn’t even care about you!”
“I care,” was Cassidy’s soft response.
Then he heard a thud. Fast, brutal.
It was a sound he’d heard before. A sound he’d made before. The butt of a weapon striking someone.
Cassidy grunted, and he felt her body twist as she turned to fight back against Genevieve.
Genevieve wasn’t killing her—she couldn’t kill the hostage she wanted—but she was trying to knock Cassidy out. If Cassidy wasn’t conscious...
Then you can kill me?
He grabbed for his gun and managed to heave his body to the right.
Cassidy swung out, landing a solid blow to Genevieve’s jaw. That wonderful left hook of hers. The redhead screamed, and her hand flew up into the air.
All I have to do is wave.
Did she even realize she’d just given that signal?
“Down!” Logan’s roar.
A shot rang out. It sank into Cale’s side.
He fired his weapon.
Another weapon fired. The shot seemed to echo, and Cale heard a distant cry.
“Cale?” Cassidy was crouched before him, leaning toward him, her beautiful face surrounded by the darkness that was stretching more with every moment that passed.
He tried to smile at her.
Tears slid down her cheeks.
She knew, he realized. Cassidy already knew just how serious his injuries were.
But there was one thing she didn’t know.