“Seven. Six. Five…” Showtime. A familiar bolt of adrenaline zaps through my spine, and I’m salivating with the knowledge that I’m about to experience a high I’ll be feasting off for days. Grinding my jaw in concentration, I ready my gun, my finger brushing over the trigger. “Three. Two—” At the last second, the man takes a sharp right, running toward the trees. In unison, Rafe and I swing around our rifles round to follow him, but Gabe drops his to the floor.
