"Just get the first aid kit," I told him.
"I can get it," Veda volunteered.
"Come on," Enzo went to reach for me and stopped. "Tris…"
"Where do you want me?"
He looked around. "Can you get up on the island? That way, I can reach both sides of you. Did the bullet go through?"
"I think so."
Luca still hadn't moved or said a word. I glanced over at him. "It wasn't anything I didn't deserve."
"What did you do?" Sera asked.
"I told her that I was the one who'd killed her mother."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, well, I would've shot you, too."
A smile played around Enzo's mouth and I cocked my head at him. "What?"
"Nothing," he told me. But his eyes went to his wife.
I watched the interaction with interest, then pushed myself off the doorframe and started making my way to the island. Luca and Enzo stayed on either side of me, but didn't try to help me. With a groan of pain, I hoisted myself up onto the countertop and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Why don't you two go check on Logan?" Luca told Veda and Sera. "Do not tell him anything about this. And if you see Lisa, please send her in here."
Veda and Sera left the room, and I gingerly shrugged out of my shirt, gritting my teeth against the pain as I carefully peeled it away from the wounds, inhaling sharply.
Enzo whistled lowly. "Another half an inch and she would've hit your bowel."
"Enzo," Luca warned, his voice tight.
I glanced over at him, noting the tension in his jaw and the fury simmering in his dark eyes. He was angry, but I couldn't tell if it was at me or at Luna. Probably both.
Lisa hurried into the kitchen, her eyes widening when she saw me. "Tristan! What happened?"
"Luna shot him," Enzo supplied helpfully.
Lisa's hand flew to her mouth. "Why would she do that?"
I remained silent, letting Enzo answer for me. "Apparently, he told her that he killed her mother."
Lisa's gaze swung to me. "And did you?"
"Yes," I told her. "A long time ago."
Luca finally spoke, his voice low and controlled. "Lisa, would you please get some towels. We need to stop the bleeding and stitch him up."
"Should I call the doctor?"
"Yes," Enzo told her from behind me. "Tell him he's lost a lot of blood, but probably didn't hit any organs."
She nodded and scurried off to retrieve the supplies. I braced my hands on the countertop, trying to breathe through the pain. Every inhale sent a fresh wave of agony rippling through my body.
Enzo moved closer, examining the wound. "Looks like it went clean through. That's good, at least." He paused. "How long have you been walking around with this?"
"I don't know. A few hours."
