Erika knelt beside Remy. Cal looked over one shoulder and Asher the over her other as she peeled back Remy’s jacket and the shirt he had on underneath.

He’d lost a lot of blood, despite their attempts to pack the wound and stop the bleeding. His clothes were soaked. And the worst part was that the wound was in his upper chest, not his shoulder like she had hoped. A shoulder wound he may have been able to survive.

He looked up at her, trying to smile. With his good hand he ...