I tensed to leap, knowing this was the end, terrified for Petunia, for the lodge, for myself. Drew a breath in slow motion while everything seemed to still and fall silent, my heartbeat thudding from one da-dum to the next before stopping as time stood as frozen as the mountain.
Petunia's bark broke the instant, shattered Jenny's focus, my terror. I fell to my knees and hugged her, the gun swinging toward her, the crazy girl's expression twisting and I knew then my pug would go first if I didn't act.
Even as the door across from her opened and four people walked in so casually from the staff quarters, arguing above the storm's echoing wind, they clearly had no idea what they'd just interrupted.