Both of us pulled out a pistol at the same time. I trained mine on his chest. He trained his on Honor.“Drop the gun,” I demanded.“I’ll shoot her before you even pull the trigger,” he said around a sick smile.“Run,” I told Honor.
When I didn’t hear the scuffle of rushing feet, I yelled, “Run!”
I heard her then, retreating away from us.
Lex pulled the trigger. The sound of a bullet discharging from his weapon filled the …