AMELIA POV

I see Daniel throw himself between me and the gun.

His body moves before my brain can process what's happening.

One moment he's ten feet away.

The next he's slamming into me with enough force to drive us both to the floor.

The gunshot is deafening.

The bullet tears through the space where I was standing, so close I feel the displacement of air.

We crash into the wall together, his injured arm taking the impact.

He cries out in pain but doesn't let go.

"Stay down," he gasps, covering ...