The screams don't register in my head for more than a minute before I look over, and my whole world stops. Caelan is lying on the ground, limbs haphazardly around her, her head in Carrigan's lap, blood pouring from the side of it.
"Caelan," I scream as I run and drop to my knees, pulling my woman out of Carrigan's lap and into mine. "Baby, come on. Don't do this."
Shamrock and Faylinn come over and kneel on the other side of Caelan.
"I need an ambulance at Saint Patrick's Cathedral," he says quickly into his phone. His words echo around me, and it's only then I realize the screaming has stopped. Faylinn is leaning forward with a cloth in her hand, holding it to the gunshot wound on the side of my woman's head, and all I can do is hold her against me.
Putting my lips next to h
