A gunshot rang out.
Fresh blood seeped from Bryce’s shoulder. He didn’t even flinch.
“The next one goes through your brain.”
Nothing. And he still hadn’t looked away from her.
Following his gaze, the newcomer changed tactics. “Or I can shoot her instead.”
That got a reaction. Bryce lunged, nasty spikes embedding into his neck, but it was enough to get his point across. Five armed men jumped away, weapons up and ready to fire. Bryce didn’t seem to give a shit. Even as he bared his teeth, blood trickled from his mouth. He must have punctured his trachea. It had no effect on him.
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