ELYRA.
The gunshot cracked through the cold night like a piece of glass shattering.
For a moment I didn’t even understand what had happened. The sound echoed in my ears while the world around me seemed to slow down. Before I could turn to look at Radiel, he slammed his foot on the brakes. The tires screeched loudly against the wet road as the car spun around in a sharp turn.
My heart jumped into my throat.
In seconds we were heading back the way we had come.
I was still trying to process the fact that Radiel had just fired a gun when I saw the man again, stepping out from behind my car.
The streetlight barely touched him, but I could clearly see that Radiel’s shot had hit him. One of his shoulders was hanging strangely, and blood darkened the fabric of his jacket. But the injury hadn
