e pain and pressure, I’ll take it all, you just need to come to me baby. Let Daxton go sweetheart, let him find someone who can love him.’
That last sentence floats through my brain and my eyes snap open just as Tyson lunges for me, the soothing voice in stark contrast to the dangerous darkness in his eyes.
A loud bang goes off between us, and my eyes widen as Tyson stumbles back, his hand going to his stomach where red is seeping through his tshirt.
‘L . . Lilania?’ he calls out, his gaze reaching mine in shock as I stare at him, mouth open in horror.
Lilian’s POV
I stand by Daxton’s side, staring at Tyson as he falls to the floor, clutching his stomach as he coughs, a bubble of blood forming on his lips.
‘Lilibug?’ he calls again, his other hand reaching out toward me.
I shot him,
