Page 109 of Gravehouse

Atlas shrugs. “What? She’s consistent at least.”

I’m about to turn toward the door, when Devon’s gaze locks on something behind me.

Camille.

Me.

A fucking gun.

His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The color drains from his face, leaving two spots of color on his cheeks.

Oh well. What better time?

The trigger gives beneath my finger, sending a shot through the quiet. Another follows, both recoiling against my hand

Blood spreads across Devon’s shirt as he staggers backward, dropping with a thud.

“Completed.” Lowering my arm, I loosen my fingers around the grip. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m leaving.”

“You’re not fucking going anywhere,” Asher snaps, stopping me.

“I’m not in the mood to argue further with you tonight, Asher.” I keep my back to him.

His footsteps strike the floor behind me.

“Okay!” Khloe claps , derailing whatever Asher had planned when he reached me. Most likely murder.

Khloe’s grabs me by my elbow, unhooking her jacket off the stand. “Everyone who is bleeding can sort themselves out.” She looks down to Devon. “At least those who are stillalive.”

She perks up like nothing happened. “I’m taking my sister-in-law for a drink.”

Right. Because legally, I’m still fucking married.

Atlas makes a noise from behind us, but we ignore him, and Khloe pulls me through the door when I don’t move.

Cold air hits my face.

I inhale, letting the scent of frost-covered pine and salt water fill my lungs, and with every breath, the knots in my muscles begin to loosen.

“Good shot, by the way,” Khloe says, steering us toward her car. “Both times. But you missed Camille by a long fucking shot.”

We’re still laughing when a black car rolls to a stop in front of us, the engine a low hum under our noise.

Sinead leans across the passenger seat, their window already down. “Let me drive you. You know he’ll have my head if I don’t.”

I pull the door open. “Fine.”

We slide into the back, and the door shuts with a solid thunk before Sinead pulls away from the curb. They don’t ask for a destination, just turn the wheel and merge into the late-night.

I appreciate that more than they will know.

“Wait!” Khloe leans forward, grabbing the backpack on the opposite chair. “Did you…”

Sinead chuckles with a sigh. “Thought I might have needed to bribe you both, so I grabbed it from your car.”

Khloe’s pulling out clothes, thanking Sinead.

Their eyes meet mine in the mirror. “If it’s not obvious, I’m not a fan of Camille.”