Adam's POV
I was there before he hit the ground, catching his weight as his knees buckled.
His fingers clawed at my jacket, breathing ragged. "Adam... "
"Stay with me, " I pleaded.
His blood pooled beneath him, and men returned. The sniper shooter was dead. They had handled it.
Kevin's grip tightened on my shirt. His eyes darkened. Unfocused.
"Listen. I... " He coughed, blood spilling past his lips. "Christine...I... "
"Don't talk. We'll get you out, " I said.
He shook his head violently. His nails dug into my arm. "You don't...understand. "
"Please, listen to me, " he said, panting.
"It was my fault. Everything. I'm sorry Adam, " he said, in a teary voice.
I shook my head. "No, it's not. "
"It is, " he replied. "I had been working with Lance for
