The King's Men (All for the Game, #3)

by Nora Sakavic

"Where's And—" There was a crash behind Nathaniel, the unmistakable sound of a body slamming into wood. He turned as Andrew forced his way into the room with Wymack right on his heels. Kurt grabbed at Andrew but lost his grip when Wymack shouldered past him. Nathaniel had only a second to see the handcuffs locking Andrew and Wymack together, and then Browning reacted to the violent entrance by reaching for his gun. Nathaniel grabbed Browning's arm with both hands and yanked as hard as he could. He only meant to slow Browning down and pull him off-balance, but the agony that shot from Nathaniel's fingertips to his elbows almost took him off his feet. He let go without meaning to and hunched over like that would somehow make the pain go away. Crushing his hands to his stomach didn't help, but Nathaniel needed to shield them somehow. "Don't," he said through clenched teeth. He thought he said it, anyway; he couldn't hear himself through the white noise roaring in his ears. The weight of a hand on the back of his neck said he'd bought Andrew enough time to reach him.