C34 Regan

Carter collapsed beside me, back on two legs, panting. Bevin ran up and practically fell on my other side, her hand clutching my good arm. She was crying, though no tears had even fallen yet. Carter looked pale as a sheet.

“Holy shit, Ray. I am so sorry,” Carter began.

I screamed again—more of a wail this time as another round of pain rocked through my torn shoulder