[At the moment, it had seemed the only thing to do. The girl had been reaching for Archie's pistol- men with knives were waiting in the door. Fight or die. She'd hesitated the last time she was in that situation and would die for it. Were it only her life at stake in the club, she might not have acted so quickly- but Archie was down. Bleeding. It'd looked worse than it was.

Adele hadn't taken the time to think. She'd acted. And regrets it still.]

Archie had been stabbed. He was down, trying to find his feet. The girl was reaching for his gun. I'd warned them twice before firing.