her easily before Zee and Quincy arrived, but he hesitated. Maybe not quite the world-renowned assassin he claimed to be.
Both Zee and Quincy looked to her for direction. She quickly dropped her gaze, then returned it to them, indicating the boys. They nodded. The minute Carver fired, they would protect them the best that they could while she and Levi tried to subdue her would-be ex.
Carver backed farther into the tunnel, putting more distance between them. Lessening her chances of success with each step.
Sun felt rather than saw the tension in Levi’s muscles. They were coiled, ready to strike the moment she made her move.
Carver tightened his grip on the rifle, preparing to fire. She’d hoped for another blink. Another microsecond of freedom to up her chances of lunging toward him without getting a bullet through her heart, but even the sweat beading onto his lashes didn’t elicit a response.
“You’re forgetting one thing,” she said, stalling when she realized he was actually aiming at the propane tank now. It would definitely explode. It would likely kill Elliot. Or Adam. Or Levi. She fought the fear that had a stranglehold on her throat and moved to block his line of sight.
The glare he cast her should’ve scorched her skin. “Do you honestly believe your skinny ass will stop this bullet?” A visible drop of sweat fell from his brow onto his lashes and the involuntary reflex was the opportunity she’d been waiting for.
She lunged.
The gun went off.
The cave erupted into a ball of fire.
The explosion echoed through the chamber so loudly, Sun thought her ears would bleed, but it did propel her forward. She rammed into Carver with everything she had, but it wasn’t enough to take him down. He stumbled but kept his footing as they fought for the rifle.
Then she was airborne. She flew back and landed on the cavern floor. The air left her lungs in a pitiful whoosh.
Levi had dragged her off him so he could have Carver all to himself. Enraged, he wrapped a powerful arm around Carver’s neck and dropped back, taking him to the ground. Their struggle lasted all of five seconds and Sun was worried he’d break his neck before Levi’s choke hold began to take its toll.
Carver’s kicks slowed. His face crimsoned and his shallow breaths came in short, choking wheezes. Sensing the inevitable, he raised the rifle and aimed it at Sun.
Their date must have gone so much worse than she’d thought. She scrambled back, but the flash of a blade caught her gaze. Before she could order him to stop, Levi struck.
Two lightning-quick slices, as smooth and clean as a shark through water, and Carver’s arm went limp. The rifle fell to the side and his eyes rounded in disbelief.
Sun scurried closer as Carver lost consciousness. She took the rifle out of his grasp and tossed it aside.
Levi let go and pushed the man off him as though disgusted. He’d sliced through the tendons under Carver’s arm first, obliterating his ability to pull the trigger. In the process, he’d severed the man’s brachial artery. Next he’d severed his femoral artery. So fast Sun barely saw it happen.
Carver’s tactical khakis were soaked instantly, the blood-red pool spreading fast.
Sun pressed into Carver’s wound and spared a quick glance over her shoulder for something to help stop the bleeding. The chamber was empty of children, thank God. Zee and Quincy had gotten the boys out, but Quincy eased back inside, his movements wary, his gun drawn.
“Sunshine?”
“Clear,” she said loudly, then pointed to the boys’ blankets. “Hand me one!” That was when she noticed the propane tank spewing a bright blue flame. It hadn’t exploded.
Quincy hurried over and tried to turn the handle, but it was too hot. He grabbed a dirty T-shirt off the floor and twisted. The flame shut off. “The bullet bounced off,” Quincy said, gesturing toward the scuff mark. “The spark must’ve set off the gas.”
It must have. She’d been thrown from that direction. Not back, which was what would’ve happened if the gun had set it off. “Blanket.”
Quincy grabbed one and rushed forward, handing it to her before giving her a doubtful look.
Levi straightened to his full height. “He’s gone.”
“I need your belt,” she said, putting all of her weight into the task of suppressing the blood loss.
“Sun,” Quincy said.
She looked at Carver’s face. His eyes were open and his breathing had stopped.
Quincy bent to help her up. “He’s gone, boss.”
It all happened so fast, Sun sat stunned for