Serena’s POV The warehouse was behind us, but the gunfire still rang in my ears as Damian led me through the darkness. We ran through overgrown brush, mud getting on our shoes and branches snapping against my arms as we ran with no destination except to run away. My arm throbbed where the bullet grazed me, the blood warm and sticky beneath my torn sleeve. Each movement sent another stab of pain up through my shoulder, making it harder to stand. I tripped once, and Damian’s hand shot out instantly, catching me before I fell. “Easy,” he said, his voice low and tight. His hand lingered longer than necessary, as if he wanted to make sure I was still standing. “I’m fine,” I whispered, pulling away. His jaw tightened, and I could see the frustration in his eyes, even in the weak moonlight. “No, you’re not. You’re bleeding and—” “I’m alive,” I cut in. “That makes me fine.” His expression showed that he didn’t like my answer. I could see him struggling not to argue, but the urgen
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