Chapter 87

The earth stopped revolving. I stood there shell-shocked, confused, hypnotized at the ooze of blood on Lynx's stomach. The room smelled of iron and copper. She was going to die. I tore my eyes from her, my vision streaked of red. My mouth had stopped salivating a while ago, but there was bloodlust as I pulled my lips back and bared my teeth. The man raised the gun to shoot me next. I kicked the broken cellphone to him by reflex, and like a rabbit caught in a trap, he aimed for it, missing...