Chapter 42

• Lucas’s POV
• A deafening gunshot echoed through the warehouse. The sound was so abrupt, so final, that it froze me in place. I didn’t feel pain at first—just a sharp, metallic taste in my mouth. Then, warmth trickled down my forehead. I touched it, and my fingers came away slick with blood.
• My vision blurred, and I staggered forward, collapsing to my knees. Claire screamed, the sound piercing through the pounding in my skull.