—Ellie—  

     The lights came back on. My eyes burned from the onslaught of brightness. I was still kneeling on the bathroom floor when Tristan’s voice rang out.

   “Go into the basement and help Damian torture the Outfit asshole.”  

   I could feel the color draining from my face. I’d heard the shooting, had prayed that the Outfit would win ... I forced myself to stand when the lock turned.

     Tristan came in covered in blood, and I ...