#Chapter 187: Blood Runs Red

Jack Jack jolted at the sound of the gunshot, his heart in his throat. He lunged for Fiona, desperate to put himself between her and the bullet. He landed half on top of her, and she grunted. She grabbed onto him, her fingers digging into his sides, and her entire body shaking. He was shaking too, but he didn’t feel any pain. Did the bullet hit her, anyway? Was he too slow this time? Celeste would never forgive him. He’d never forgive himself. Fiona looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, her hands clutching onto his jacket. Jack followed her gaze, his eyes locking onto his cousin. Time slowed to a crawl as Freddy lifted his hand away from his chest. His fingers were stained cherry red with blood. Then he crumpled to the ground. His chest rattled for a few breaths, then didn’t rise again. He was dead. Freddy was dead. Shock settled over him as he lifted his gaze. His father stood behind Freddy’s body, his gun still pointed at his prone form. After a beat, Henry’s gaze met his, a