Chapter 21
I shot him. Raised one of the pistols Sebastien had recently pressed into my sweaty palm and fired on pure instinct, directing my ire at the male who held Sarah firmly within his grasp.
I can’t even say that I knew what I was aiming at. Don’t know whether it was skill or pure luck that prevented the bullet from piercing my mother, that sent the missile a little to the left to slide through the agent’s jacketed shoulder instead.
Either way, time seemed to slow down as the male crumpled away from Sarah and onto the balcony floor. Dark blood saturated even darker clothing while Man in Black shouted words I couldn’t quite comprehend behind my back. In an instant, the tables had turned...and my stomach had turned over right along with them.
“I killed him,” I murmured, my brain tu
