Kristoff
The unexpected impact from the bullet jerks me backward, Titania's banshee scream piercing, bouncing off the walls, back at me, and intensifying the burn. I glance at my arm where there's a deep black hole now in the previously clean-cut jacket, blood gushing out like a stream. It f*****g hurts like hell, and when I turn to glare at Harvey, I see that he's looking at it too, his eyes full of remorse and wonder. Like he couldn't believe he'd just handled a gun. Like he couldn't believe he'd just shot his own brother.
“Hand the gun over, you wimp,” I bark, extending a hand. He trembles, and I push to my feet in disgust, whisking it away from his grasp. He falls backward on the chair, dazed, his lips parted in shock. I snort, empty the bullets of the gun and toss it into the trash
