CHAPTER 41
Cain’s POV
The moment Ava pointed at my side, I looked down.
Blood had soaked through the right side of my shirt, spreading farther than I expected. I pressed my hand against it instinctively, only to feel warmth seeping between my fingers.
A stab wound.
I honestly couldn’t remember when it happened.
Somewhere between dragging Ava behind the counter, fighting off Bishop’s men, and putting a knife through the bastard who grabbed her on the stairs, someone must have slipped a blade into my side.
“Cain…” Ava’s voice was tight with worry. “You’re hurt.”
I looked at the wound for another second before lifting my head. “It can wait.”
Ava’s brows etched in confusion, “What?”
“It isn’t deep.” I answered back nonchalantly.
“You don’t know that.” She countered. And I couldn’t
