Wrong.
Too dark.
The flesh around it is already turning an ugly gray-black.
My stomach drops.
“Oh my God.”
I touch the skin beside the wound.
Cold.
Wrong.
“It’s poisoned.”
My voice breaks.
“He poisoned the bullets!”
Rowan’s body should be healing. I know how fast Shifters heal. But the wound is spreading. Black veins crawl outward beneath his skin.
“No. No, no, no.”
I press both hands against his chest. Blood immediately coats them.
“Rowan.”
His golden eyes flutter.
“Honey...”
“I’m here.”
His hand twitches. I grab it.
“I'm right here.”
His fingers barely close around mine.
“I—I love you.”
Blood bubbles at the corner of his mouth.
“No.”
I wipe it away frantically.
“No, you don't get to do that.”
His eyes struggle to focus.
“Gabby—”
“You don't get to say goodbye!”
A sob tears through me.