I grabbed one of the tote bags we sold near the front and went to gather the plants he wanted. I picked the ones that were closest to Kinlee first.
Glancing over, I saw that her eyes were open as she lay crumpled on the floor. Her chest rose and fell. She was alive. I walked over to her and bent down.
“What are you doing? She can’t save you. Get back to work.” The man growled.
“I’m closing her eyes. She’s not blinking. They’ll get dried out.” I said and closed her eyes like I said I would.
Standing again, I looked over at the men. The one holding Jen was turned away from me. He was only a few inches taller than her, not much. He was bulkier than the other man, not all of it was muscle.
The second man was thinner and taller. He looked like a beanpole. There was something about him
