Naomi POV
Disgust.
That is what I feel.
It hits me hard and strong, like an alarm I cannot shut off. Something very glaring and persistent, even though I hate it. It still does not change the fact or go away.
I cannot turn it off.
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. The room is dim. The curtains are drawn. Elena sleeps in her bassinet. Alex is downstairs with Mary.
Kaelen is in the study with Marco. They are talking about the woman on the hill. The gunshot. Lukas falling.
Lukas is alive. The bullet grazed his arm. He is in the guest room, bandaged and guarded.
But the woman got away.
Blonde. Dark sunglasses. She aimed at me. She shot Lukas instead.
Why?
I do not understand.
But the disgust is not for her. It is for me.
I look at my hands. They are clean. No bloo
