I screamed at the top of my lungs as blood splattered all over my clothes. Callan kicked the gun in Gunther’s hand away to a couple of empty parking spots and then turned toward me, saying something but I couldn’t hear him.
Because Callan had taken his life. His life!
His life!Dropping to my knees, I crawled over to Gunther, heart pounding and beads of sweat forming at the small of my back.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be freaking happening.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be freaking happening.“Callan! What did you do?!”
“Get up, Sakura,” Callan said, taking my wrist. “Don’t look at him.”
After ripping my wrist out of his hold, I held Gunther’s chest wound closed with my hands. Blood oozed between my fingers, coating them
