Part III: All-American Monsters
Copyright © 2014 by Lauren Gilley
Ava made an involuntary mewling sound of distress. It felt like the floor tilted beneath her feet. There was a lot of blood. He was a big man, and he could stand to lose a lot, but…Her eyes were filling with tears and she was wracked with shivers by the time Mercy looked up and spotted her.
“Christ,” Ghost said, “why the hell did you get her up for this?”
“I need another set of hands,” Maggie snapped back. “She’s alright. Ava, babe, come on. He’s okay.”
Their voices sounded like they were coming down a pipe. Her eyes were riveted on Mercy, on all the blood.
He gave her one of his widest, most disarming smiles, all sharp teeth and sharp eyes. She could see the undercurrent of pain, though, that little line of tension in his lean jaw. “Hey,” he said, voice soothing. “Hey, hey. It’s just a little blood, yeah? You’ve seen way worse than this.” His head tilted, his eyes softening. “I’m alright, fillette. You come here and help your mom.”