Chapter 132

Kelly POV

Davis was shot twice. Davis collapsed back again, his body hitting the ground harder than before. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, his hands pressing against his chest where blood was already spreading through his shirt. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his fingers clawing weakly at the wound as if he could hold the life inside him.

I stumbled on the floor, holding my ears together, and when I lifted my head again, blood had stained my jeans, blood coming from Davis laying beside me.

“Davis!”

A sharp, familiar voice came through the chaos. I turned sharply, just in time to see a figure burst out of the shadows.

Clara?

She ran straight to Davis, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she pressed down on his wound, her face pale with panic.

“Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe, okay?”

Davis let out a low, pai