DEVLIN

The sound of the gunshot rivals the feelings of the world cracking open.

For a moment there is nothing but the deafening echo ringing through my ears and the violent force slamming into my shoulder.

The impact knocks the air out of my lungs and the room tilts sideways before my legs give out beneath me.

The floor rushes up faster than I can process what just happened.

Pain blooms across my shoulder in a hot, blinding wave that spreads down my arm and across my chest, making ...