Nico
Domani got it bad. I grimaced at all the blood pooling through his black T-shirt and the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. His face was red too, jaw clenching as Caelian pressed his jacket into the wound harder.
“What the f**k were you thinking?” I hissed, glaring at him.
“There was no other choice…he would…have escaped,” he croaked before coughing out a mouthful of blood.
“Leo and I were there,” I snapped.
“You were out…numbered…argh..” he groaned in pain again, his eyes red. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my calm.
Domani was right—we were outnumbered. Leo and I couldn’t take on the men stashed in those damn containers alone. We held our ground, nearly lost the target, the guy who was barking orders, until Domani stepped in. He took two bullets f
