The sound still rang in Adriana’s ears, deafening, swallowing everything else.Smoke curled in the air.Damian staggered back, his pistol still raised. Blood dripped down his arm from the earlier wound, but his eyes weren’t on his pain—they were locked on Marco.Marco stood frozen in the doorway, gun still aimed, his chest rising and falling in jagged breaths. For a heartbeat, it seemed as if time itself held still.Adriana touched her side, expecting fire, expecting pain. Nothing. Her hands trembled. She was alive.And then her gaze fell lower.Blood. Not hers.One of the hunters lay sprawled across the floor, bullet hole through his skull. Marco’s shot had missed its mark—or perhaps, at the very last second, his hands had shaken.The hesitation had saved her. But it wouldn’t save him.“You had your chance, Marco,” Damian snarled, stepping forward, his shadow towering in the moonlight. His voice cracked with rage and grief. “I would’ve bled for you. I would’ve killed for you. And you
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