Rue’s POV

Almost as fast as she came, the assassin boarded her own vehicle and left the scene. Percy immediately called for an ambulance afterwards.

An hour later, at the hospital, my daughter Iris was tended for. She had a scrape of glass on her right cheek, light enough that it was only cleaned. Other than trauma of the event, she was generally okay.

My arm had been cleaned and bandaged, the bullet having passed through without shattering bone. The doctor had called it “minor injury.”

I ...