TIMOFEY
Benjamin is screaming.
The sound makes it almost impossible to focus on anything else. But there is so much to focus on.
Kreshnik Xhuvani dead or dying on the floor. And Piper…
"Piper!"
I jump over the metal pipe she used to attack Kreshnik and drop to my knees next to her. Kreshnik's blood soaks into my pants. It's still hot.
"Piper." I sweep my hand over her face. My thumb smears the fine mist of blood on her skin into a kind of war paint under her eye. "Are you okay?"
There is blood on her lips and her teeth. She's covered in it, and I have no idea how much is Kreshnik and how much is hers.
"Piper, fucking talk to me before I go insane."
"I'm fine." She is trembling from head to toe. She's in shock.
"No, you're not." I haul her up. The moment she's on her feet, she runs for the corner. I try to grab her, but she's too fast.
