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Ethan's Pov

"Minerva. Minerva, please... Don't fall asleep, Minerva. Don't fall asleep," I whispered with desperation while applying the gentlest pressure I could to her abdomen.

My hands were covered in blood, as was all of her clothing.

My chest ached from the pressure of having my heart in my throat while seeing her in this state. I looked around and realized we were in the back of a black van. Christopher was driving as fast and cautiously as he could.

I could hear him talking, but I didn't even bother to listen, whether he was talking to me or on the phone. I was kneeling beside a blood stained mattress, and there lay the woman I loved the most, unconscious and wounded from a gunshot by a damn psychopath.

I sighed to suppress the urge to lash out at someone. How could I have allowed her to be harmed? I couldn't even remember how we ended up in that place in the first place, let alone where we were.

The last thing I remembered was being in my living room with Minerva, and then, I