I took another step.
“I’m not going to touch you.” I worked at keeping my voice calm.
There was only four to five feet separating us now. I could hear every breath he took. Each one sounded like a low growl deep in his chest. His eyes peaked with curiosity as I took the next three steps to reach the girl.
I glanced at him once more before turning my back on him to check her pulse. The act did not frighten me and I found that odd.
My fingers found the vein along her neck that would give me the strongest pulse if in fact she did still have one. Sure enough there was a faith thumping behind her skin. I sighed before I stood to face the standing man.
I should have turned to run back into the club, but my feet were locked into place. His eyes held mine as they bore into me, questioning.
Before I could gather the courage to ask him what made him so curious, his expression changed.
I saw his face twist in horror.
A gunshot rang through the silence.
And I turned to see a bullet racing toward my face.