Chapter 63 A Little Heated

• "You crazy bastard! You really shot me!" Blake howled in anguish as he writhed on the floor, clutching his arm where the bullet had nicked him.
• Austin loomed over him, grinning coldly as he watched the once-white sleeve of his brother's shirt turn into a scarlet stream the longer the blood oozed from his wound, "you were right. I can't kill you. But it doesn't mean I can't hurt you."
• "You've really lost your marbles!" Blake grunted, grinding his teeth, his entire face contorted in pain. "Don't just stand there; do something!"