Chapter Twelve
Kristie was used to physical pain. After Armand had shot her twice, she remembered tumbling like a house of cards. She remembered a blaze of pain in her gut, then everything going very gray and the sound around her dulling. She knew people were panicking. She faintly remembered Gray clutching her until she was swallowed up by blackness. Kristie had been grateful for the blackness. It had taken her away just as the pain was eating her up.
With mental pain, there was no blackout. Sure, in old movies, they always had women fainting over the smallest thing. But when Kristie had gotten the call from Kass’s mother, there had been no fainting. She had curled up in a ball in the corner of her bedroom and sobbed. There was nothing else to do but cry.
Gray was coming to get her. Kr
