"That bitch was probably lying," he said. "And I can't let you go. It's you or me."

"And you always choose you, don't you?"

I shifted in front of Dani, but there was no way to really protect her. I wanted to close my eyes, but I also didn't want to show him that I was afraid. I couldn't give him that satisfaction.

For a split second, I thought I saw a gleam of admiration in his eyes. But then he lifted his arm.

I jerked and ducked as a shot rang out. Dani screamed. I waited to feel something, but there was nothing. As I lifted my gaze, I saw Max fall to the ground.

Oh, my God! He hadn't shot us. Someone had shot him.

A man came running down the aisle, and I let out a breath of terrified relief.

"Kade," I said, shocked to see him. I jumped to my feet. "You shot Max? Where did you get the gun?"

"From the guy I took out in the parking lot," he said grimly. "Are you all right?"

"Thanks to you." I looked back at Dani, who was still cowering on the floor. "It's okay, Dani. Kade shot Max." When my gaze returned to Kade, I saw him checking Max for a pulse.

"Is he dead?" I asked.

"No, but his pulse is faint." He stood up, his gaze sweeping across me and Dani, who was now sitting on the edge of the pew, tears streaming down her face. "The police are on their way. Is anyone else here?"

I started at his question. "Yes. Rachel. Max shot her. We need to get to her." I ran to the aisle, and stepped over Max, who was bleeding profusely from the back of his head.

Dani and Kade followed me back to the storage room. Rachel was on the floor, her eyes open, as blood poured from her shoulder.

"You're alive," she gasped, her face white, her eyes huge with relief. "I heard shots. I thought he killed you."

Kade ripped off his jacket and pressed it against Rachel's wound. "Hang in there. Help is on the way."

"How did you know where we were?" I asked Kade.