Lucian staggered out of the room, locking it behind him as he clutched his stomach, trying desperately to slow the flow of blood.
What the hell is she thinking? Has she gone mad? Trying to kill me for no fucking reason?! He cursed under his breath, every step sending fresh waves of pain rippling through his body.
He knew he wouldn't be able to walk much farther. The bullets lodged in his gut ensured that. And worse, Cassandra wouldn't stay trapped for long she'd find a way out. He needed to hide. Fast.
With ragged breaths, he forced himself forward, staggering through the dimly lit building. There was no way he could make it down the stairs in this condition. His best bet was to stay on the third floor just long enough to figure out his next move.
His vision blurred slightly, but he pushed through, scanning his surroundings. His gaze landed on a room near the end of the hallway. It looked untouched, abandoned perfect.
