Chapter 189. The Smell of Death

“Get on the floor, Liv. Don’t let anyone see you!” Axel yelled feverishly, pushed me into the backseat of his car and slammed the door shut.

My body crashed into the backseat, my heart thumping painfully against my chest, terrified senseless for Colt's safety, who was still alone out there.

But Axel’s warning reached me, and I rolled onto the floor, ears perked up in alertness as my hand dropped to the fanny pack for my gun.

Rat-tat-tat came the continuous sound of AK-47s outside and my head swam with the last image of Colt I had seen, fighting alone, his back exposed to the many strangers who had broken into panicked stampedes.

The car door jerked open then and my gun was up in a flash, fingers tensed to fire, when something fell through the door and crashed into me on the backseat floor.

I gasped, my gun slipping out of my hand as Axel shut the door, and ran around to the driver’s seat.

“Oh God.” I let out another gasp, staring down at the young w