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This journey is only the beginning.
His gaze was so heavy, it felt like he had dropped his hands into her shoulders and was holding on for dear life.
“Etta ...” he began, his voice a rasp. “You ...”
There was a movement just behind him, brown and black and white and gray - three men booking it down the street. The men from before - the one in tweed was pulling something out of his pocket - charging directly at them - small, silver -
Etta shoves Nicholas hard, into the brick wall beside then. He stated back, dazed, just as a bullet screamed by, slicing the air between them.
“Run!” Etta said, grabbing his wrist. “Run!”