Chapter 81 Cracks In The Night

• Lena's POV
• The acrid smell of smoke permeated the evening air, and the far-off echoes of turmoil we had just left lingered. Not only from the excitement of our escape but also from the worry that Alex might not be alright, my heart raced. He had been shot, and my spine shivered at seeing the blood on his clothes.
• I advised Alex to sit down and pointed him toward a nearby tree that provided some shade. Comparatively to the hellfire we had left behind, the shadows felt safer. "Let me see.,"