PRESENT!!!
Gunshots cracked in every direction, the air thick with sulfur as the battle between the thugs and Alexander raged on.
Alex, doing everything possible to shield Daniel, was riddled with shots—his chest, his stomach—anywhere the bullets could land. The only part he kept safe was his face, shielding it fiercely as though it were sacred.
"Alex, you're hurt—this is bad! You're going to die!" Daniel panicked, instantly regretting his craving for roasted duck. Maybe if he hadn't dragged them here, Alexander wouldn't be bleeding out in front of him.
"Alexander!!" Daniel cried again, trembling. "Draven too—he's giving up!" Fear clutched his chest so tight it made his whole body shake.
Alexander's face twisted when Daniel suddenly shifted his concern to Draven. Wasn't he the one in critical condition? Why was Daniel thinking about Draven at a time like this—and how did they even know each other?
