[ Anger and adrenaline are still ricocheting around in his ribcage for a few dizzying seconds, but Emma’s voice seems to ground him, the sound of his name drawing him back to reality. He glances over, sees the shock on her face, and it hits him then what he just did.
He brought violence and death and bloodshed into her home.
He holsters his guns (and just when had he drawn the second one?) without even his usual flourish. His voice is oddly quiet when he asks, ]
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He brought violence and death and bloodshed into her home.
He holsters his guns (and just when had he drawn the second one?) without even his usual flourish. His voice is oddly quiet when he asks, ]
Are you all right?