Venomous Betrayal

With an oath, Cassian clutched his chest where the bullet had pierced him as he spun around to shield his wife from the killer who stood in the doorway. His right arm, his firing arm, hung lifelessly as the blood-stained his shirt, seeping through to the dinner jacket he wore.

Marcella mewled a sound of pain, trying vainly to staunch the bleeding, looking around helplessly for something to bind he