No breaking.
Just certainty.
Because whoever walked into my world tonight—
Just started a war they’re not walking out of.
Jenna.
Everything feels too fucking loud.
The glass. The shouting. The movement. The smell of blood still sitting heavy in the air like it followed us back here and refuses to leave.
Ican’t think straight.
I need to.
But every time I try, my eyes go right back to him.
“Izzy—don’t fucking move,” I snap, my voice tighter than I want it to be.
He’s sitting there, jaw clenched, shoulder wrapped but still bleeding through in spots. The medic just finished, but I don’t trust it. I don’t trust anything right now.
“I said I’m fine,” he mutters.
“You’re not fine,” I shoot back, stepping closer, my hands hovering like I want to touch him but don’t know where the hell to even start. “You got shot.”
“It’s a shoulder, Jenna,” he says, exhaling. “I’m not dying.”
That’s notthe point.
None of this is the point.
“Yeah? Because it didn’t fucking look like that back there,” I snap, my voice rising before I can stop it.
He doesn’t answer.
Good.
Because I don’t have the patience for his calm right now.
I turn away, dragging my hands through my hair, trying to piece this shit together and coming up with nothing but noise.
“What the fuck just happened?” I say, more to the room than anyone.
No one answers.
Of course they don’t.
Because nobody fucking knows.
I spin back toward Cesario, who’s already knee-deep in whatever damage control he can scrape together.
“Start talking,” I demand. “Who the hell were they?”
“We’re still identifying—” he starts.
“That’s not an answer,” I cut in sharply. “You had security. You had eyes everywhere. So how the fuck does a team like that just walk in and tear everything apart?”
