“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, letting go of his wound and trying to haul him up on his feet, her tiny body clearly not meant to be helping anyone to right themselves. “You’d think she’d have the decency of helping, you know?”
“Yeah, because the woman who shot me for not telling her what she wanted is going to help us out. Yeah right!” He scoffed. Once he got to his feet, his vision went a little hazy, so he kept a hand on Violet’s shoulder so he didn’t find himself face down in the alleyway. He blinked the haze from his eyes and helf a hand to his wound again, trying to stop the bleeding.
