Kyra's POV
Pain didn't strike as I expected.
I sucked in my breath as I started panting. I sniffed and swallowed hard, realizing nothing had pierced through my skin. I wasn't shot. Who was shot?
Heart pounding, tears already streaming down my face, I slowly turned around.
I prayed Nathan was safe, still unconscious and away from harm's path.
I caught the scent of cedar and musk mixed with the metallic smell of fresh blood. The familiar scent hit me like a punch to the gut.
My lips parted as I cupped my mouth when I saw what happened behind me.
Connor was lifeless while lying on the ground. He had a gunshot wound between his eyes and Kieran was standing in front of me. I was facing his back and he was slowly falling to his knees.
"Kieran!" I screamed, lunging forward to catch him.
His weight was too much. We collapsed together onto the rain-soaked earth.
When he looked up at me and coughed, crimson blood spilling from his lips, I felt my world crumbling.
