He had to fight his own instincts, too, because that scream was the sound of someone terrified. Maybe even dying. “We have to help him,” Cassidy insisted. And there was another scream. Like the first one, it didn’t sound like a man’s, either. “Who else was in that building?” Sawyer demanded, and because she was still in fight mode, he had to snap her to him so that her face was just a few inches from his. Cassidy was breathing through her mouth now, her chest pumping, and she shook her head. “No one that I saw.” The third scream got to him. Since Grayson wasn’t there yet and because he knew for a fact that Cassidy wouldn’t stay put, Sawyer shoved her behind him. “If I tell you to get down, you’ll do it,” he barked. Whether she would was anyone’s guess, but he couldn’t wait while a woman was murdered.
