The pain felt like a raging wildfire intense, burning, and alive. I couldn't scream or even move.
The distant sounds of gunfire, shouting, and breaking glass faded into a muffled roar while I lay on the cold marble floor, desperately pressing my hand against my side. Blood flowed through my fingers, warm and sticky, and all I could think was
Not now. Not like this. Dante was at my side in an instant, his hands urgent yet frantic as he sought to stem the bleeding. His voice was low, filled with fury and dread.
“Stay with me, Isla. Don’t you dare leave me now.”
My vision blurred, darkness creeping in, but I forced myself to concentrate. I couldn’t die. Not now. Not after everything.
Luca loomed over me, his expression serious and anxious. “We’ve got to get her out of here. Now. The comp
