LYKOAN’S POV
“You can’t―you can’t die.” Tear-stricken, Nia grabbed my face, staring into my eyes, unblinking as though I would disappear if she did.
My face contorted in agony as the piercing bullets stung. I grunted and slumped down on one knee to the floor.
Sniffling, Nia braced my body up with her palms on my pectorals. Then her fingers patted my body in search of the wounds. They came to the neck of my shirt, ripping it completely open.
To be honest, parts of me got excited as I watched her fuss over me. Each time she touched a spot, her leaking eyes locked on my face like I was supposed to say something.
Grimacing at her crinkling gaze, I muttered, “Ow?”
It made her sob louder. “This is wrong. This can’t be happening.”
Her fingers fiddled with the black bulletproof vest. She
