MARK’S POV

Pain. That was the first thing I felt when I woke up. A dull, throbbing ache in my shoulder that made it hard to breathe. I shifted, but the movement sent a sharp sting through my body, and I groaned.

Alice was sitting a few feet away, her legs crossed, watching me. Her face was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something softer than I expected.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

I let out a bitter laugh, wincing as my shoulder protested. “Sorry? You shot me, ...