Jace's POV
“Oh s**t! That stings!” I hissed as pain shot through my shoulder. The doctor tilted slightly before gripping my arms a little less tighter.
I pursed my lips when he grazed my bullet wound with a cotton wool. Just a couple of minutes ago, I was addressing a crowd, and now, I was in an abandoned warehouse, treating a bullet wound.
I sucked in my breath and bit my lips hard as the pain in my arm spiked up.
For a second, I dabbled with the thought of leaving the wound untreated. My hands pulled my tie until it was loose around my neck. In my head, my thoughts were spiraling.
I couldn't stop thinking about the second I sighted the sniper across the balcony, the red dot of his target on my shoulder. Someone in the council was really out for my head.
My fists wrapped tight
