The sound of the gunshot split through the storm. For a second, everything froze. The rain fell harder, the wind howled, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. My hands trembled as I looked around, heart pounding in my throat.
Adrian was on the ground, his hand pressed against his side. Blood spread through his shirt, dark and heavy under the rain. Daniel dropped beside him, shouting, “Stay with me!”
Adrian’s lips moved, but no sound came out. His eyes flickered open just long enough to find mine. “Run, Emma.”
“No,” I whispered, clutching his arm. “I am not leaving you.”
The Broker stepped forward, his umbrella steady as the rain poured around him. “Touching,” he said calmly, his voice carrying above the storm. “But pointless. He
