ALINA
The baby screamed in my arms, her small body trembling so hard I could feel it in my bones.
My heart pounded in my ears, but the noise around me was louder.
The woman was shouting as the bullet hit Ethan. I wasn't even sure where, only that I could see blood staining his clothes fast.
Damn.
Ethan was still standing, though he was breathing fast, his palm pressed into his side.
Blood soaked through his shirt. For a second, he didn't react, as if he was still trying to figure out where he'd been hit.
Then his eyes went dark like an ocean when a storm blew in. He looked suddenly like Luca, when someone had pissed him off.
"Ethan," I cried, moving the baby to one arm and stepping closer to him.
The man was c*****g his gun again. He was going to shoot someone
