Eloise
"Eloise!" Dominic screams, voice cracking from the intensity of its use. I bounce as I land, hitting the back of my head against the area hug which only softens so much of the blow. Nothing is registering as Dominic—at least what it looks like from my perspective on the floor—leaps over the sofa amidst a hailstorm of bullets and lands beside me, flattening onto his stomach and rolling on top of me like a protective shield. His eyes are wide as he checks to make sure I am still alive. "Oh my God. Where are you hurt?"
"I don't—I don't know," I squeal. As I try to move my arms to wrap them around Dominic, however, I figure out where I have been injured. I've been shot between my shoulder and collarbone on my left side. As soon as I am able to comprehend the wound, my brain starts fir
