"Tara...what the fuck is going on?" There was a gun pointed at him and it was in Tara's hands. The woman he loved most in the whole goddamn world and she looked at him with murder in her eyes.

"I'm puttin' the gun down, Tara. I'm gonna go get Abel and show you. Don't pull any stupid shit."

Because there was some kind of fucked up going through her, like when he'd seen a mountain lion caught by the foot in a bear trap. It had been snarling and near-death but fuck if it wasn't going to rip out the flesh of whatever stood too close.

He walked backwards and put the gun down before opening the door to Abel's room. There was a discarded hoodie on the floor in which he could hide Wendy's old snub-nosed revolver that he draped over his shoulders before picking up Abel.

"He's right here."