Damien POV
“There,” Fabrice announces, straightening as he drops the bullet into a metal dish. “All done.”
I stare at it. It doesn’t look like much small, unimpressive. And yet it nearly tore me apart. How something so insignificant could cause that much damage is beyond me.
“You’ll be fine,” Fabrice continues, already moving with practiced efficiency. “I’ll put you on a drip to help flush out the remaining toxins from the poison. You’ll need to stay overnight, but you should be fit to leave by morning. You’re very lucky it didn’t reach your heart.” He carries the dish to the sink as he speaks.
“No,” Maurice cuts in from his chair. “The man was aiming for Aurélie’s heart. Without a doubt.”
“What?” Fabrice spins around so fast his professional mask shatters. Worry floods his face, eyes
