RODRIGO'S POV
My head swirling around in different directions and my heart racing a thousand millimeters per second, I picked myself up and, in a haze, saw myself half walking half flying to where Arcane lay, motionless on the floor.
Fury that I never felt before filled me and I turned to the direction Datu laid while firing some shots through the thick smoke of the fire, when I was contented, I turned back to my son.
I crouched and turned him over, my breath caught in my throat as my eyes fell on the bloodied gash on his chest where the bullet had caught him as he ran towards me.
I gently pressed the pads of my fingers on the crook of his neck, trying to feel for his pulse which would indicate that there was still some form of life in him.
I calmly felt his pulse and his artery puls
