Panic settled deep into my bones like never before.
"Killian," I gasped, gripping his shoulder as blood oozed from the wound. He had stepped in front of me, blocking the bullet. My eyes darted to the man who had fired the shot, but he was already surrounded by eight Shadow Knights. Killian, however, remained focused on me.
"Mila," he sighed in relief, as if he'd been holding his breath. His gaze was steady, filled with concern. "You're alright?"
I stared at his shoulder in shock. "Killian… you!" My grip tightened on him. "Let's go inside."
My eyes stung as I took in his darkening expression, the tension in his jaw, the way he stood so straight despite the pain.
"It's fine, calm down. I've had worse."
"Sir, we should move inside," a familiar voice cut in.
I looked past Killian's shou
