Twenty-Seven | Jo
Twenty-Seven
Jo
Blinding pain radiated through me as I hit the floor, my hand immediately flying to where I’d been shot. Dom was shouting something, his eyes wild as he looked around the room and then looked at me. I couldn’t hear anything he said over the ringing in my ears.
I wanted to tell him it was okay and not to worry, but my eyes fluttered shut before I could say anything.
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