Chapter 66

WIL JUST barely kept himself from growling anxious impatience. They must have hit Brayden with that chunk of wood a lot harder than Wil had thought. Wil was going to have a bugger of a time getting Brayden to his feet, let alone out of the alley, before the gunfire started attracting a crowd.

The men had all scattered, except for the two Wil had shot, and Wil had no doubt the others would be back within minutes with reinforcements. The scraggy woman was cowering in the doorway of what Wil assumed was the hostel's kitchen, clutching her gold to her thin chest and singing to herself, that eerie smile still pulling at her mouth. Before, her sudden appearance and the realization of what she was had thrown him almost completely. Now he dismissed her.

He yanked his arm out of Brayden's grip, leaning in until Brayden's gaze fixed and focused on Wil's face. "We have to go." Wil only just kept from snarling it. "Get up. We don't have time for this."