Chapter 198: Priscilla

Sunday. Albuquerque, New Mexico.

PRISCILLA'S TEMPLES THROBBED, CREATING a full body ache thanks to the adrenaline pumping through her. She crouched in the relative shelter of the pantry, Melody kneeling in front of her, holding a gun. The only light came from under the door, but it was enough.

The shooting had stopped.

Out in the desert she'd heard the gunfire, had even seen it in the beginning, but it had always been at a distance. Far enough away it didn't feel quite real to her.

This time she'd felt the vibrations of bullets tearing through drywall. The deafening blasts were close.

Priscilla had prepared herself to defend against one or two people. Three if she was lucky. But a small army with guns?

This was outside her realm of reality. She'd always told herself she was a badass, but today proved she was all talk when it came to the serious shit.

Melody's hand wrapped around Priscilla's wrist. "It's over."

"How do you know?" She said in a whisper.

"Clear," a vo