One of the medics was patching up my shoulder wound to try to control some of the bleeding until they took us to the nearest hospital. I tried to ignore the pressure in my shoulder that somehow extended to my chest. All I could do was stare at Claire, lying so peacefully on the ground. Somehow she looked like she was the victim in all of this; like she was the one who needed saving. If I didn't feel any shred of guilt for her before, I definitely felt it now.
I could still see the look on her face when I fired the gun. There was an array of emotions playing in her eyes; fear, resentment, a sudden pang of realization then a look of utmost defeat. She didn't have to say the words for me to understand that she thought them; I won. She went down with what I could only call a sense of relief. It was finally over. She was finally free from the love-web the three of us created unknowingly. That look instilled a great load of fear in my gut.
'Genevieve', Killian snapped me from my reverie.
