Chapter 403

“Alaric... Alaric Moore, are you okay?” Tina Waters finally found her voice, though it was shaky and uncertain, her pulse still racing from the shock. If Alaric hadn't shoved her out of the way just in time, she’d probably be dead now. Dead at the hands of Camila Harrington’s bullet... “I... I'm fine,” Alaric forced the words out, his voice weak and strained. Cold sweat dripped from his pale forehead, and it was clear he barely had the strength to speak. Even though Tina had always been distant toward Alaric, seeing him now, bleeding from the gunshot wound he took for her, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and softness. “Hang in there. Let me help you over there.” Alaric’s bloodied lips curled faintly into a smile. To have Tina show even a glimmer of care for him—this pain, this scar, it was worth it. ... “That woman must be one of their leaders. Shame she got away; we almost had her,” Paul Hartwell remarked, frustration evident in his tone. From their position, shrouded by sc