A single shot rang out. Lyra's body jerked back, her gun clattering to the ground as she collapsed. My eyes darted to Zephyr, his weapon still trained on her fallen form, before he sprinted toward us.
"Boss, stay with us." Zephyr dropped to his knees beside Theron, pressing his hands over the wound. Blood seeped between his fingers, staining his sleeves crimson. "The backup team's two minutes out. We'll get you to the hospital."
I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. My brother lay bleeding in my arms. The warehouse spun around me as reality crashed in waves. All this time, he'd been watching over me. All this time...
"Thalia." Theron's voice pulled me back. His face had gone ghostly pale, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. "I'm sorry I stayed away."
"Don't." The word came out as a sob. "
