Maggie shut her eyes and winced as another spasm of pain dug into her wounded shoulder. The stray bullet had struck her and gone straight through into the lower part of the car door. Her arm felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped onto the blood that pooled beneath her on the floor.
Adrian rushed over to Maggie and knelt in front of her. He threw off the blanket and grasped her arms to hold her still, but a shriek of pain from her had him remove his hands. Adrian grabbed her shirt and tore the sleeve in two to reveal the bleeding hole.
"It hurts," she whimpered.
"Hold still," he instructed her.
Adrian removed a leather pouch from his coat and pulled out a small vial. A thick red liquid floated inside the glass container. He popped the cork. A pungent, acidi
