The battle around them had not yet ceased. Gunshots still whizzed through the air, screams, bodies colliding, and the pounding of boots echoed through every corner of the now-ruined room.
Daxter no longer moved. He simply held Haisley in his arms, still unable to accept that the woman he had used as a weapon to bring down Lucas had saved him, just because she wanted Daxter to stay alive and be with Veronica.
Suddenly—
BANG!
A bullet shot swiftly toward his head. But before it could hit its target, another body leaped in front of him.
THUD!
A woman's body crashed beside Daxter. The gunshot still echoed as blood spurted from her chest, soaking the floor. Daxter turned, and time seemed to freeze.
"No…" he whispered softly, barely audible.
His trembling hands gently lowered Haisley's head from his lap. His body shook violently, his eyes stung with tears that blurred his vision. He crawled forward slowly, as if hoping what he had just seen was only an illusion.
