Somewhere a woman was screaming, and the deck cleared like magic as well-dressed guests scattered. The first thing Nick did was the logical reaction. He tried to figure out where the gunfire was coming from. He crawled along the deck, hoping Reign obeyed—for once—and peered out over the water. It made no sense to fire on a boat where you could be easily apprehended, so it must have come from a second craft. Bingo. The small boat was heading across the harbor fast, directly away from them. He would have opened fire back, but it was too far gone by now for any accuracy and he just wasn’t sure. Yes, he’d killed a few men in his life, but never unless he was sure. Random drive-by boating attack? He doubted it. They’d been after Reign. He stood, his Glock hanging at his side, and walked back, only to find Reign hadn’t exactly followed his directions and was on her knees next to Ariano. “Give me your shirt,” she said with impressive calm considering the tears streaming down her face.
