“I don’t know,” I say, kneeling in the window and shooting, hoping to distract the bad guys.
“Fuck.” Luke starts shooting to give my dad cover too.
My father reaches the porch and I see him duck inside. A moment later he bursts into the kitchen.
His eyes scan the room, and he exhales when he sees me. "Harper."
"What are you doing here?" I demand.
"Helping.” Dad moves to the window beside Jake, taking position like he's done this a thousand times.
Maybe he has.
"South side," Dad says calmly. "Three shooters moving toward the barn."
Jake nods, relaying the information to Mason.
My father fires, taking down one of the shooters.
I stare at him, my mind reeling. This is the man who protected Turner. Who buried evidence and chose fear over justice. And now he's here, fighting beside us.
"Harper, focus!" Luke orders, snapping me back to reality.
I shake my head and return fire. I stay locked, forcing my mind blank to get the job done.
I'm reloading when I hear Luke shout my name.
"Harper, get down!"
I drop instinctively, and a bullet slams into the wall where my head was a second ago. The magazine in my hand skitters across the floor, spinning to a stop three feet away.
I roll and come up against the other wall, my heart pounding.
"You okay?" Luke asks, his voice tight.
"Yeah." I nod even though I’m shaky. "I'm okay."
My hands shake as I look at the magazine. It’s in the open, near the bullet-ridden door.
But it’s my last one, and I need it. I pause, trying to push away my nerves so I can function. They need me. I need to make sure nothing happens to anyone.
Taking a deep breath, I start crawling toward it, keeping my head down.
“Harper!”
Luke’s voice is loud in my ear, but I ignore it and reach for the magazine. I almost have it.
Suddenly my dad’s leaping on me, slamming me to the floor. I wince as his full weight falls on me and his body jerks.
The ping of shots hit around us—three, four, five.
My father jerks again on top of me, and I gasp as I realize he’s hit. “Dad!”
A hand grabs my clothing and pulls me back. I look back as Luke reaches and grabs my dad and drags him to a more protected position.
I'm moving before I can think, crawling to Dad. I reach him, looking to see where he’s hit. I don’t see any bullet holes on his torso, but there’s blood pooling under him.
Too much blood.