Raine POV
He's been shot. My hands shake as I help to bind the wound, even though Grayson is remarkably calm about the whole thing. It takes everything inside of me to force myself to walk away, not just for my sake but for Jackson's. The last thing I want is that poor child walking in on his father bleeding from a gunshot wound. It would traumatize him. I'm angered that Grayson put himself in danger like that without thinking of the potential consequences. He could have been killed. He could have been seriously injured. Where would that have left Jackson and me? I could have lost him. Tears stream down my face as I walk back to the room I sleep in, listening intently for signs that Jackson might need me but for now all is quiet. I give a small sob and sink onto the bed. I had been brave
