He grunted as he stood, then carefully started stretching his shoulder. "Are you complaining about their incompetence when it could save our lives?"
"You know I’m contrary," I retorted as I returned to the door and peered through the old-fashioned lock.
My eye watered at the spot-lit area but I caught a glimpse of a parking lot beyond the hut which fit the short journey from the truck to this hellhole.
That was when I saw someone sneaking toward us.
"Someone's coming!" I grated out at Aidan.
Even as he surged toward me, it was too late—the person was there.
I jolted back and straightened to a standing position just as a bullet popped through the lock.
How I didn't shriek, I'd never know because I’d almost fucking died via a bullet to my goddamn eye! But it all happened in such a flash that, instead, as the door jerked open, I raised my flashlight high, feeling the heavy weight in my biceps, and I brought it down.
Right on the bastard's head.