I gape at him. If he’s carrying me, he won’t be able to return fire. And his back will be exposed to the shooters. Fuck no! Feeling his heat beneath my touch, I slide my hand between our bodies and pull a gun from his holster. “Heads up, demon. I’m a lousy shot unless my target is up close.” I cross my ankles at the small of his back, locking myself in. Then, I wrap my left arm around his neck and extend the right over his shoulder, gun at the ready. My demon smiles. “Give them hell, tiger cub.”
