Chapter 17. Take off Your Shirt

Wren POV

One moment I’m dancing and laughing with Lizzy. The next moment rapid gun fires sound.

I’m frozen to the spot, watching the ladies scream and run while the men fire back, pushing some ladies into hiding.

It’s like an out of body experience. Seeing, yet unseeing.

“Wren, what the fuck are you doing? Run!” Lizzy’s voice snaps me out of it. She tugs at my arm, running with me.

My heart hammers in my chest, and blood roars in my ears, drowning the chatters.

Someone drops to the ground in front of me.

“Shit!” Lizzy cusses, running over to the man. “He’s hurt, Wren. I need to grab him before he bleeds out, go inside but be careful, they may be in there.”

My throat tightens, crippling fear makes me tremble, my knees turn to jelly. “I c-can’t. I’ll stay here with—”

“Wren! Fucking hell!”

I spot Ezra as he marches up to me, a gun in his hands firing.

“Why are you just standing there? Do you want to get