Chapter 124

• I turned on my heel, pressing a hand over where my bullet wound should have been. My mind reeled, but my body instinctively knew what to do as I stumbled over to Kieran, who lay on the cement floor.
• Ethan was hunched over him, tearing the clothes from a dead member of Maverick’s inner circle, a middle-aged man with greying hair and a scar above his lip. The thousand-dollar suit jacket was soaked in Kieran’s blood as Ethan pressed it tightly against his chest, trying to stem the flow. The blood pumped out with each ragged heartbeat.
• A small clump of silver metal lay beside Ethan’s kneeling form—the bullet he had extracted from Kieran’s chest. Kieran had shifted back into his human form after the bullet was removed, his skin translucent and pale, covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite being cold to the touch.