Chapter 177 The Fallout
- Blood stained the edge of the sink.
- Knox sat on the counter, jaw clenched, as Decker dug into his arm with a pair of sterilized tweezers. A shallow bullet graze, but it still burned like hell. Decker wasn’t being gentle either. His hands were steady but intentionally rough, each tug of metal against skin a statement.
- Bishop hovered in the corner, pacing like a caged animal, dark circles shadowing his eyes.