“Shooter’s moving east.”
“Let them run,” I said. “They already failed.”
Tommy grabbed my arm.
“We need to get you back to the estate.”
I didn’t argue.
Blood was still running down my shoulder, but it wasn’t life-threatening.
By the time we pulled back through the estate gates, the private Delacroix medical team was already waiting.
They moved fast.
Efficient.
I stepped inside the house and immediately saw Zay coming down the stairs.
His eyes went straight to the blood.
“The fuck happened?”
“Sniper.”
His expression went dark instantly. “We gon’ kill whoever gunning for you, bro.”
“I know.”
The medics guided me to the couch while they cut open the sleeve.
The graze looked ugly.
A long strip of skin was torn across my shoulder.
One medic cleaned it while the other wrapped it tight.
That’s when I noticed Yuna standing near the staircase.
Her eyes were locked on the blood.
“What the hell happened?”
“Nothing serious.”
She stepped closer while the medics finished wrapping the bandage.
“You got shot.”
“Grazed.”
Her voice sounded different now.
Clear.
Focused.
Detox was working.
