Kaelen POV
The lights flicker back on.
Lukas lies on the floor, clutching his shoulder. Blood seeps through his fingers. His face is pale, but his eyes are open.
"I am fine," he says. "Just grazed."
Marco kneels beside him. "The shooter?"
"Gone. Ran toward the back gate."
"Find him," I say.
Marco nods and disappears into the dark.
Naomi rushes to Lukas. She tears his shirt open. The bullet cut a groove across his shoulder – deep, but not life‑threatening.
"You are lucky," she says.
"I do not feel lucky."
"You are alive. That is lucky."
She bandages the wound with quick, practiced hands. I watch her. The nurse she used to be. The woman who does not freeze in a crisis.
"Naomi, we need to go."
"Where?"
"To the FBI. Before Cross disappears."
"Now? He is bleeding."
"He will liv
