– Picking Up the Pieces“No…” he rasped, looking down in disbelief before his eyes flicked past me. I turned and there she was. Naomi. Standing with the burning gun, her hands steady, her eyes cold steel. “You talk too much, Adrian,” she said, her voice striking through the chaos like a blade. Adrian coughed, a wet, ragged sound. “Naomi…” He laughed weakly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Of course it’s you. Always the one hiding in the shadows.” “Shut up,” Naomi hissed, but her jaw shook despite her steady aim. Ethan’s weight fell against me, and I dropped to my knees, holding him. “Ethan, stay with me,” I begged, my fingers pressing harder against his wound. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.” He groaned, his hand finding mine. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, though his lips were pale, his breath thin. Adrian stumbled closer, blood marking his way like tracks of death. “You think… this ends with me?” His gaze locked onto me, hatred and something far more f
 Last Updated : 2025-10-24
Last Updated : 2025-10-24