Chapter 110

• Lucia's POV
• I dragged Ryan behind a crate, bullets splintering wood inches from my head. My heart slammed against my ribs, my hands slick with his blood as I pulled him down. Kane’s men shouted, their boots stomping closer, guns cracking the air. The warehouse smelled like oil and dust, the air thick, choking. Ryan’s face was pale, his eyes half-closed, blood seeping through the bandage on his arm. My ankle monitor burned under my jeans, a dead weight, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t losing him. Not now.
• “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice shaky, my hands fumbling for something to stop the bleeding. I ripped my sleeve, wrapping it tight around his arm, my fingers trembling against his skin. He groaned, his head slumping against the crate. Bullets pinged, one grazing the crate, spraying splinters across my cheek. I flinched, my breath catching, but kept pressure on his wound.