A man burst out of the bushes just to their left, almost on top of them. His eyes widened and he fought to bring his gun around. At the same time, he tried to skid to a halt to keep from shooting past them. A wild yell of warning ripped from the man’s throat, even as Conner squeezed the trigger, firing a single round. She heard the bullet hit, the terrifying sound of torn flesh, and it threw her back in time, to the moment when her father brought up his gun, aiming at Conner’s head. The man’s cry was cut off abruptly, but apparently his partner heard him and sprayed the entire forest with a hail of bullets.

She closed her eyes tight, trying not to smell the mixture of blood and gunpowder, but her stomach churned and bile rose in her mouth. Her father’s body shimmered in front of her, blood splattering along the wall behind him. There was no face, only a mass of blood. So much blood. Daddy? A sob broke from her and Conner reacted immediately, pressing close to her, although his gaze was on the forest.

“Are you hurt?”

She fought for control, a little disoriented, caught between the past and the present. Now wasn’t the time to lose it. What in the world was wrong with her? She could hear the blast so close to her ear, the scream of the bullet loud in the confined room. Her own scream, the shock hitting her body. She tried to reach him, before he crumpled to the floor. She didn’t want him on the floor with all that blood.

Conner swore and rolled to one side, coming up on his knee, his body between hers and the gunfire. He nudged her. “When I fire, get up, stay low and run fast, staying to the right. We’re going up, into the canopy.”

She glanced up at the towering trees. Ashes fluttered through the air, looking like gray snowflakes. Her heart thundered in her ears. He wanted her to run, maybe right into more guns, with bullets spraying around them and a fire coming straight at them. And go up hundreds of feet into the canopy.

“Damn it, I’ll get you out of this but you have to do what I say.”

She didn’t have much choice. If she stayed where she was, she was going to get shot. She nodded, setting her jaw.

He laid down a spray of cover fire and hissed “Go!” over his shoulder.