Lyra
I forced my head to turn, fighting the dizzying rush of blood and the creeping numbness that threatened to pull me under.
Who was that figure?
I desperately needed to see, but my eyes couldn't focus.
I blinked again and again, this time fighting the tears of pain threatening to spill out. I’d already forgotten about Elena and turned my whole focus on this person.
Then I saw it.
The figure was close now, and there was no mistake about that face. I could be asleep and still recognize it. Him. Liam.
Everything seized up, my heart, my lungs, my consciousness.
The immediate, searing pain of the gunshot wound was instantly trivialized, replaced by a devastating, internal hemorrhage as my eyes refused to understand what they were seeing.
Liam had just shot me.
He had seen me positi
