Down Range. Lindsay McKenna

he had done so because he had no other choice in defending himself or the people he was protecting. This was no exception.

      Two shots and shock registered on Nibal’s face, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Saafir’s aim had been true.

      Nibal’s body slumped to the side and the driver shrieked and slammed the car to a stop.

      Saafir slid his gun back into his holster. He turned to the driver who was staring at Nibal. He had shoved the body against the window.

      “I will drive us to the hospital,” Saafir said. Of the four of them, he was in the best position. His arm ached, but he didn’t feel light-headed and he wasn’t losing a massive amount of blood or in a state of shock. Saafir stroked Sarah’s hair by her temple. “You will be safe, my goddess. Hold on a little longer. Help is coming.”

      Adham situated himself to hold a hand over Sarah’s arm. Saafir withdrew his phone and called the American police to meet him at the hospital. On American turf, he’d play by their rules.

      “We’re almost there, Sarah. Stay with me,” Saafir said, taking the wheel and praying for Sarah and Adham.