*Giovani*

“Fuck,” I cursed, throwing my gun to the ground as I rushed over to Tallon and Dahlia’s side. She was pale, much too pale. She looked like a corpse.

I shook the thought from my mind as I touched her neck, searching for a pulse. She had to be alive. She just had to be.

Softly, I felt it–a small little pulse of a heartbeat just beneath my fingertips.

She was alive.

But she wouldn’t be for long.

“Put ...