Chapter 70

“Look, you don’t want to do this,” Makai blurted out, his gaze half on the gun pointed at him, half scanning the environment.

“This has nothing to do with you, faggot!” At least you couldn’t say Frank Matthews was original.

“I get that it doesn’t, but I can’t let you hurt her,” Makai said in what he hoped was a calm tone.

“Let me? You’re not going to let me?”

Frank moved quickly, like a snake, toward Lizzie who was trying to back away while holding her obviously injured arm.

Makai used the opportunity to grab a heavy-looking vase from a side table. It was heavy, and Makai sent a thought to the universe to give him good aim and lifted it high.

Only a few steps away, Frank lifted his foot to kick Lizzie again, his gun waving at Makai’s approximate direction. He must’ve seen Makai move from the corner of his eye, because he turned quickly, eyes crazy as he took aim.