A gun loaded with silver pointed at me made everything feel uncertain, and I realised I didn’t know if Dallas would pull the trigger.
If he did, Ethan would kill him and Ryker would lose his mate, so there was no good outcome.
Ethan moved closer carefully, but Dallas noticed and aimed the gun at him.
“Command him to drop it.” I mind linked, and Ethan pushed his aura hard.
Dallas started shaking under the pressure and dropped to his knees, but he still managed to fire.
The shot hit me. Ethan disarmed him and had him taken away, then turned back to me.
“What’s wrong?” He asked but I showed him the blood on my hand.
“He didn’t miss.” I said before collapsing.
Ethan carried me to the hospital where I was rushed into surgery and he could only wait outside, pacing until they brought me o
