Elena's POV:
"What... blood…" my voice comes out strangled.
"Shit," I hear Adrian mutter under his breath.
Without even thinking, I rush toward him, my heart pounding fast in my chest.
"Adrian, you're bleeding…" I lift a shaky hand to his right shoulder, where blood is sliding out of the wound.
"Don't," he says sharply, moving his arm away from my touch.
"You're not supposed to be down here, Elena," he says through clamped teeth.
I don't even hear half of what he says. All my attention is on the wound on his shoulder.
"You said you didn't get hurt." I shift my gaze to his hard eyes.
He exhales deeply, looking away. "I can handle it," he bites out.
My chest tightens.
"You can handle it? You were shot, Adrian!" My voice raises slightly.
"If you had said something in the car, we would have taken you to the hospital. This is serious, Adrian. Why lie about something like this?"
"That's a bold question coming from you," he scoffs.
