Cassie’s POV
The night was freezing, the cold air brushing my goose-bumped shoulders, and I was shivering. The helicopters were hovering in the sky, flashing the ground with bright light, and the police cars were constantly emitting beautiful blue and red flashes. It looked like a disco ground, while it was just a crime scene.
I looked at Jaxon as they carried him on a stretcher bed. He was quiet, as if he was not breathing. I wished he could open his eyes, but it was hard for him. He was really injured. I stopped the medics and requested to see him more closely again. After they stopped, I squeezed his hand against my cheek and caressed his face, which was masked with blood. They told me he was shot in his leg, and I could see the wound.
It started to rain—just a small drizzle. The med
