Page 19 of The Darkest Hour

Not a good idea.

The daggers drove into their arms, those sharp points digging into their flesh.

Blood poured across the marble floor.

“So close, but not good enough!” I charged for her and shot at her legs, missing with each pull of the trigger.

I never missed so much until tonight. It pissed me the fuck off that I couldn’t get a bullet close enough to her.

Anger thundered through me. “Come here!”

She needed her daggers.

I blocked the path to the guards—where she’d left them in their arms.

I shot at her again and missed.

I need to get ahold of her. She’s too fast for a target.

Quickly, I rushed for her and got close.

Yes!

I reached out to snatch her neck.

She twisted around me, dancing almost, twirling and leaping.

I grabbed for her again.

She blocked me and turned out of the way.

Get your ass over here!

Before I knew it, she’d maneuvered me away from blocking the guards.

A sexy feminine voice left those lips. “Thanks.”

Mmmm.

She reached the guards and yanked the daggers out their arms.

“Where’s your whistle?” I shot at her feet.

She shrieked and jumped in the air, flipping back.

I shot again and missed.

She landed on her feet and whistled. “Do you like it when I do that?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips, raised my gun, and targeted her forehead. “When I catch you, I’m going to stuff my cock in your mouth and make you whistle on it.”

“I bet your cock is too small for me to even get a good whistle in.”

I shot at her head.

She twisted away.

“Are you as pretty as you sound?” I pointed the gun at her chest. “Take the mask off.”