“What the hell did you do?” Kyra cried, her bullet wound finally starting to close up, flesh mending over flesh.“I saved your life,” he growled. “You can thank me anytime.”Saved her life? She had everything perfectly under control before he interfered.Kyra started to get up, but Marco growled, “You’re shot. Stay down, damn it!”“I already told you, bullets can’t kill me,” she said as he maneuvered over the prone form of the vulture with the precision of a combat veteran. He pried the gun from the vulture’s hands and kicked it out of the way before crouching down to feel for a pulse. “I was going for a blow to the side of the neck, but she turned her head…In any case, she’s still alive.”“Not for long,” Kyra replied, retrieving the gun from the floor where Marco had kicked it. If she could have had a picture of his astonished face as she stood and walked on what had clearly been a shot to the hip, she would have framed it.Kyra calmly aimed the pistol at the center of the vulture’s forehead.
