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The whole world slows down mere seconds before Calum is shot.
My mouth is open as I yell at Crispin.
Calum begins raising his hands, trying to signal something to Crispin.
Crispin’s eyes have gone dark as he stares down the barrel of his shiny silver gun. There is a lot of commotion going on around him but Crispin is on an island of his own design.
The air crackles as he squeezes the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot rings through the air for several long seconds. The sheer loudness of it surprises me first. It takes me several seconds to swing my gaze to Calum.
Oh god.
God.
Calum has been hit.
The look on Calum’s darkly handsome face is one of surprise. Maybe he thought that Crispin wouldn’t actually shoot him.
For a moment, I can’t hear anything. My ears pop. My eyes are steadied on Calum, who is currently looking down at his own chest.
At the bullet hole that’s punched just to the right of the lapel of his tuxedo.
He twitches, staring at the hole.
When a dribble of his blood appears, I open my mouth, my eyes widening. My heart suddenly thunders loudly in my ears.
As Calum claps his hand over his wound, sound comes flooding back into the world. There are shouts as several men in tuxes tackle Crispin. Calum makes a wheezing sound as he begins to fall.
That’s what sets me in motion. I lunge toward him, shouting his name.
“Calum? Calum!”
By the time I reach him, he’s fallen sideways on the marble floor. His eyes are beginning to flicker closed.
“No!” I shout, my hands finding his lapels. “Calum… hold on. Hold on, we’ll get you help. Can you hear me?”
He gasps, his mouth opening like a fish’s. I move to rest his head on my thigh. I feel the sticky ooze of blood coming from his wound. Pressing my hand over it, I realize that I’m shaking like a leaf.
“911 is on the way!” someone shouts.
I bob my head, my fingers smoothing back the dark hair that’s near Calum’s face. I should talk to him; that’s what I always see people doing on television.
“Calum? You’re okay. You’ll be okay. You have to be.”
He wheezes again and his eyelids flutter.
“Can you hear me? I’m going to be right here. Okay?” My voice breaks on the last word. “I just found you, Calum. I’m not ready to let you go. Hold on for me. Just hold on…”
I can’t be sure, but I think he nods faintly. Cradling his head, I keep talking to him, ignoring the madness of the crowd around me. At one point a lady who is a doctor kneels down beside me and takes Calum’s pulse. She presses her hand over mine.
“Hold more pressure,” she says, her voice low. “That’s good…”
I don’t take my eyes off Calum’s face. He looks pale, which scares the hell out of me. “Calum, hang on. Okay? I need you to stay with me…”
That’s the moment when the paramedics arrive. “Ma’am? Could you tell us his name?”
I look up at the paramedics, two women in dark uniforms. “Calum.”
“How long has he been down?”
I blink. “I…”
Suddenly, Lucas is there. “About fifteen minutes.”
Both paramedics kneel beside me. One gentle pulls at my hand. “Move back, ma’am. We have it from here.”
“He was shot,” I tell the woman right beside me.
“Okay. Move back.”
My heart bangs against my ribs. “I am keeping pressure on his wound.”
“Ma’am, please move back,” the other paramedic says. “We can only help him if you move back and let us work.”
Lucas is right behind me, pulling my shoulders back with a gentle touch. I drop my hand and let Lucas pull me away from Calum.
True to her word, the paramedic quickly tears his tuxedo jacket and fancy white shirt stained with his blood away. His bare chest is a shock, his wound a bloody mess. She swipes Calum’s chest with an iodine pad and affixes some sort of dressing to the wound.
“Breath sounds are muffled on the left side,” the other paramedic says, leaning down to his chest with a stethoscope. “Got an IV in his arm and I’m running fluids. Ready to move him?”
Lucas squeezes me. “We should go to the hospital.” He looks at the paramedics. “Can you take him to Mount Sinai?”
The paramedics don’t look up from where they are sliding a board beneath Calum’s body. “Mercy General is closer. We’ll take him there.”
I shiver as they raise the stretcher up and begin wheeling it out of the ballroom. Lucas puts a coat around my shoulders. It’s only then that I sweep my gaze over the remnants of the gala, the few stragglers and onlookers. Everyone has a concerned frown on their face.
They also seem to be avoiding eye contact with me.
“Come on,” Lucas says, tugging me toward the exit. “My car is parked downstairs.”
The ambulance doors are closing just as we exit the lobby. I allow Lucas to hustle me into the back of his limo. He tells the driver what is going on. We pull off with a screech of tires.
I start to cry, the seriousness of the situation just beginning to catch up to me. Lucas looks at me, gently patting my arm. “It’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
A strangled laugh leaves my throat. “What? How can you say that? He was shot.”
Lucas gives me a careful smile. “Calum is a fighter. Trust me.”
A torrent of curses bubble to the surface of my mind. How can Lucas be so cool and controlled?
But I don’t say anything. I know that he’s just trying to help.
Instead, I lean forward and call to the driver. “Can you drive faster, please?”
Lucas’s warm fingers find my bare forearm. “Kaia, sit back and try to breathe.”
I shoot him a glare and cross my arms, looking away out of the window. The world rushes by in a blur, so fast that it’s hard to tell exactly where we are.
I try to calm myself down, but I’m too agitated. All I can think of is the way that Calum’s gaze went right to me when he was shot. The stumbling fall of his body when he went down, so surprised.
Lucas opens a panel on the side of the limo, pulling a bottle of water out. He produces a wad of tissues from god knows where. I watch him, my brain so overloaded that I can’t process anything new.
Lucas twists off the cap of the water bottle and offers me the tissues. I look at him, a puzzled expression on my face.
“Your hands,” he says.
I glance at my hands, only now seeing that they are stained with Calum’s dried blood. A sudden swell of nausea comes over me as I accept the water and the tissues, wiping at my palms.
The odor of Calum’s blood rises in the air, making the tight space that Lucas and I are shoved into almost unbearable. Lucas looks away out the window and leaves me to clean my hands of his brother’s blood.
By the time that we get to the hospital, I’m vibrating with the need to get out of the car. As soon as the limousine comes to a complete stop, I throw open the door.
“Kaia, wait—“ Lucas says.
But I’m already rushing headlong toward the sliding glass doors of the emergency room entrance. I pick up my full white skirts as I sprint inside to a busy information desk.