“Did you do this?” the other, black-haired man snarled in a voice laced with darkness and she made the mistake of looking at him.
He was incredibly handsome but there was endless cold in his dark eyes. A ring of vivid blue encircled his irises and she shrank back, afraid of the sensation of danger that washed over her and told her to run. He might be slimmer than the other two, but he wore an air of lethal darkness, a threat that beat in her blood as though every sense and instinct she had was warning her that he was dangerous and would kill her without hesitation.
The man with softly spiked white hair stepped in front of him, placing himself between them, and turned his head and looked over his shoulder at his comrade.
“A gun did not do this.” He turned his pale eyes on her. “Why did you turn his gun on us?”
The black-haired man moved past his friend, swept both sides of his open long black coat behind his hips to reveal a worn grey-blue shirt and lighter grey scarf, and crouched beside her protector. His black jeans stretched tight over his thighs and she noticed he wore the same leather army boots as her protector, but the ends of his jeans had been loosely tucked into them.
He tunnelled his slender fingers through the long lengths of the top of his hair, pushing it back from the shorn sides and back, and ran dark eyes over him. Fine black eyebrows met hard above blue eyes that seemed strangely bright in the low light, swirling like a stormy sea.
“What happened?” It was the white-haired one who spoke but the question was there in the black-haired man’s eyes too.
“Another man attacked him,” she said, and then added, “and he protected me, so I protected him.”
She was still intent on protecting him. They didn’t seem like a danger to him, showed no sign of attacking, but if they made a wrong move, she was going to grab the gun again and use it this time.
They both stared at her and then exchanged a glance that told her the man wasn’t in the habit of risking his life to protect people.
The white-haired one moved forwards and frowned down at her protector too. “We must get him to safety. Take his arm but be careful. We should be safe while he is unconscious, but it is hard to tell.”
“You can’t move him!” Megan snapped.
Neither man looked at her.
She was getting tired of this.
She grabbed the gun and turned it on them again. She wouldn’t drop it this time, no matter what