Damon fell on me, his eyes blank.
No!
"Damon!" I yelled, grabbing his shirt.
He wheezed loudly, and I checked his shirt for blood or a bullet-sized hole but found nothing.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He nodded and grabbed my face.
"What about you?" his gaze moved slowly down my body and he sighed in relief when he saw no blood.
"You could have died!" he bawled.
"I didn't," I said.
I stood up quickly and glanced at Kyle. Tara lay on top of him breathless, knocking the gun away from him.
"Why did you do that?" Kyle asked.
Tara stood up, brushing off the leaves on her pants. "Be glad I stopped you."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded. "I pushed him away before he could do any damage."
Kyle slowly stood up, and my chest heaved in anger.
"Mia," he called.
"Tara, take Damon back to the house. Now."
Damon walked over to Kyle and smacked him right across his face. He grabbed Kyle's shirt, his eyes blazing in anger.
"You could have fucking killed her," he yelled.
