Blood was running down his shoulder and leg, but he was still on his feet, smiling away.
"Hazard King," Alpha said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not so tough now, huh?"
He raised the gun higher, pointing it straight at Aylin.
"You should've just stayed in the van, girl."
Aylin felt frozen; she couldn't move, reach for her weapon, or do anything but hold Zayden and wait for the shot to come.
Alpha's finger was tightening on the trigger.
Then…..
A gunshot rang out.
It was loud.
Really close.
But it didn't come from Alpha's gun.
Alpha flinched and looked down, shocked by the blood spreading on his side. He turned to find Azalea standing about twenty feet away, gun up, blood soaking her shoulder, her face pale but her eyes sharp and deadly.
"Get away from them," Azalea ordered.
Alpha tried to aim at her, but Azalea shot again, hitting his hand—the gun flew out of his grip and clattered on the pavement.
Alpha stumbled back.
