Remade
EXCERPT
Leighton Watts
“I ’m out of ammo!” I coughed as I inhaled nothing but smoke, and I drew my knife and sent it flying straight into a guy’s stomach.
“Leighton,” Beckett growled.
I sucked in a breath and glanced back at him quickly. Oh, thank fuck. He attached a new mag to his sidearm and extended it to me.
“I’ll watch your back.” He planted his carbine on the hood of the car, and he made a face that screamed of pain.
“They’re scattering!”
“You’ve been hurt,” I stated, panic rising within me. I couldn’t fucking afford panic now; it took all my energy to tune out screaming, gunfire, and people yelling orders in three different languages. The fires were getting to me too. Too much movement, all while the blinding light—and the heat—made it harder to spot enemies.
“I’m fine,” he slurred.
I shook my head and stepped closer to him after throwing a quick glance around.
“Get…get to safety, pup. Get to safety.”
Without asking, I grabbed at Beckett, and I didn’t have to look long. I stared at my hand, seeing all the blood…