Chapter 297

I came around at the tug of my pendant being pulled off.

"You've got the fucking Bullseye. Use it!" Rohan held me in his arms, the only part of him not outlined in sharp, deadly blades.

"Wait." Raquel retrieved the vessel from Esther's purse. "The others will be here within the half hour. I need them all."

She wasn't blinged out and dressed to kill. She wore a denim mini, with a measuring tape slung around her neck and a handful of pins stuck haphazardly to the front of her green cap-sleeve shirt that brought out the red in her puffy eyes.

She wiped her eyes with an already soaked tissue, then stared at it, like she had no idea why it was in her hand.

"No Bullseye," I croaked out. I pushed against Ro's chest to make him put me down and when he ignored me, I wriggled onto my feet.

"You can't even stand. Stop fighting." Rohan retracted his blades, slid his arm around my waist and held me close. My wobbly legs had no issue with that.