that had taken them close to the rec-center, even closer to the car.
She saw a flash of metal in her mind, and pushed it aside. She had to help them before the fire reached them.
Jamie was blind to why the building had lit on fire, didn’t even care. Her lover was in danger, and so were his friends. She flung herself over the crushed rock and, ignoring the pain in her feet from the contact with bare ground and gass, started dragging Talon. A ragged groat left his lips as she pulled him, dragging his body across the rubble.
God, she wouldn’t be able to do it if his shirt kept catching on things -- his jacket. She could pull him on his jacket. Jamie hopped over some glass, gasping when it caught on her leg. She ignored the small trickle she felt and climbed through the hole.
She realized, too late, what she was doing. The building was on fire and she was going back inside to grab his jacket. But she didn’t want to bring him more pain by dragging him through rocks, and the closer she looked through the hole, the less fire she saw.
In fact, the building was just full of smoke.
Dazed and more confused by the second, curiosity got the best of her and she continued inside of the building. She stared around her, coughing through the smoke. Just several feet away, she saw his jacket. Crawling close to the floor, she grabbed the edge of it and yanked it to her, knowing that when the heavy weight fell into her lap, it had been the right thing to do. There was something heavy in the pockets, maybe a cell phone or a gun.
Snap. Something small and blonde shot in front of her face, and then a bright burst lit up in the corner of the room. Her heart stopped. The smoke got even more dense, making it hard to see what was happening. Instinctively, she started backing towards the entrance of the hole, keeping a strong hold on the jacket.
Her hand itched inside of it, wrapping around the cold metal. Yup. She’d been smart, she thought as she took out the gun, clicking off the safety. Her mother had taken her to gun safety classes, and Jamie was grateful she hadn’t put up much of a fight when she’d insisted that her daughter take self-defense.
When she got to Talon again, he had moved onto his side, his brows drawn over yet still dead to the world. She slipped the jacket under his body, cursing the whole time. God, he was so freaking heavy.
“What do you eat?” she hissed, grunting when she rolled his body onto the jacket. She shoved a hand through her hair, feeling hope. She could get them out of this, she thought. It was just an explosion, and besides the fact that the most dangerous men in the world were currently unconscious, nothing was relatively fatal.
Jamie didn’t get a chance to start pulling him again. A trail of fire shot through the hole, bursting through the smoke, and slamming right past her head and into the wall. And kept going. And going. And going. Her head snapped away from the layers of holes through about twenty walls, and into the direction it had come from.
“Oh shit,” she said, reaching for the gun again. Talon wouldn’t get pissed if she went trigger-happy, would he? She ignored that and focused her gun on the tall, thin figure that was moving with grace through the smoke, nothing but a thin outline.
“Don’t shoot,” a murmur said at her ear. She wiped her head to the side, seeing nothing. Heart pounding, Jamie turned her eyes back to the hole and saw nothing except smoke.
She froze, stopping even the sound of her breathing. All she could hear was the city, the low groans of Talon and Lucian, and her own pounding heart. A car honked in the distance, and an eerie rumble sounded through the sky.
The sun was covered by clouds, casting down dark lights and shadows. They moved, surrounding her. She had a horrible feeling that the shadows weren’t caused by the sun.
Jamie pressed close to Talon, fisting his shirt in her hand. She had never doubted that she would give her life for him, but now, as she stared at the hole that was oozing black smoke, she desperately wished he was awake and would save them. For some reason, she felt like she wasn’t going to