LIA’S POV

Agony erupts in my side. I don’t initially shout. It feels as if my body hasn't yet absorbed it, as if my mind won't accept that Antonio truly fired the gun. The earth shifts, my breath halting as my legs collapse under me. Powerful hands catch me just before I reach the ground. My sight fades, and I hear Dante’s voice—hoarse, urgent. "No." Absolutely not—Lia! "Remain with me." I blink upwards at him. His expression is one of horror, his green eyes open wide and brimming ...