Elena pov
Blood. That's all I can smell right now, thick and metallic in the air of what used to be my training room. Now it looks like a damn war zone, with bodies scattered across makeshift beds and the sound of groaning filling every corner.
"f**k," I mutter under my breath as I dig deeper into Jared's chest. The kid can't be more than nineteen, and here he is with a bullet lodged so close to his heart that one wrong move could kill him.
"Easy there, Elena," I whisper to myself, my hands steady despite the exhaustion weighing down my shoulders. "Just another Tuesday night in paradise."
The bullet fragment comes free with a wet sucking sound. I hold it up to the light, squinting at the metal. Something's not right about it. There are markings etched into the surface—blue lines that s
