Lu Yizhou grunted and shook the stray glass fragments from his wings. "Are you hurt?"
Oliver shook his head hard, eyes reddening. "You—"
"Stay behind me." Lu Yizhou narrowed his eyes and swiftly caught the gun which Derek threw across the air. He checked the load and pulled off the safety trigger with practiced ease. The heavy weight was comforting in his hands, grounding him and sharpening his senses.
The cathedral had been thrown into chaos. The guests stood up in shock, some had been hurt from the glass shards and were calling for help. Most were demanding to know what was going on. From the open hole of the rooftop, shadows of men appeared. Five, ten, twenty. They surrounded the building like a blob of ink that splashed to the clear water, invading every inch of peace and replacing it with alarm and trepidation. There was an eye-catching, jarring mark on their outfit which boldy pronounced their identity.
