Kaelen POV
Pain.
It rips through my shoulder like fire. I grit my teeth. My vision blurs. The warehouse spins around me.
Henderson stands over me, his gun still smoking. He is not looking at me. He is looking at Naomi.
She is frozen. Her honey eyes are wide. Her hands cover her mouth.
"Naomi," I try to say. But the words do not come out.
Henderson reaches for her.
Marco moves.
He tackles Henderson from the side. They crash into a stack of crates. The gun flies from Henderson's hand. It skids across the floor.
"Get her out of here!" Marco shouts.
Two of his men grab Naomi. They pull her toward the door.
"No!" she screams. "Kaelen!"
I try to stand. My legs will not hold me. The blood pours from my shoulder. It soaks my shirt. My jacket. The floor.
Elara crawls to me. Her hands p
