Lena's POV
The gun went off and Rhys fell on top of me, and for three seconds I was sure he was dead. His weight crushed the air out of my lungs, blood warm and wet spreading fast across my hands where I clutched at his back, and I screamed so loud my throat tore.
Then he moved, pushed up on shaking arms, looked down at me with wild eyes, and said, "Are you hit."
I stared at him, panting, hands scrambling over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, looking for the wound.
I said, "Am I hit, are you hit, you jumped in front of a bullet."
He coughed once, hard, and blood speckled his lip, not from Cole's split lip earlier, fresh and bright.
He said, "I am fine, stay down."
He was not fine, his left shoulder was soaked dark red, spreading fast through his gray shirt, and behind him on the
