C43 Chapter 43

Elizabeth’s POV

I moved, pushing Richard off balance and the gun fired, brushing past Adam's shoulder and piercing into the wall.

Adam fell to the floor. The stench of blood clung to the air. Adam swayed beside me, his shirt soaked in red. His breaths came in sharp, uneven rasps. He was barely standing.

Across from us, Richard smirked, gun aimed straight at Adam’s skull