Isaac had his gun pointed at them. Allina turned around and gasped. “No,” she whispered. Kent stepped in front of her and raised his hands up at his sides. He didn’t have time to think of what he’d just heard. When he’d heard her screams, he’d sprinted down the hallway. Even though he wasn’t looking at her at that moment, he couldn’t get the image of her red cheek and scared eyes out of his head. He couldn’t think about that right now though. He had to deal with the preacher. “Hold on,” he told Isaac, trying to keep his voice even. “You really don’t want to fire that gun in this hotel.” “Shut up,” Isaac barked. “I told you to get away from her.” “Look, man,” Kent warned. “You might as well forget it. I’m not letting you near her. Now put the gun down.” “Who are you?” Isaac demanded.
