Kira’s POV
The steady beep of the heart monitor drags me back to consciousness. My eyelids feel like they’re weighed down with cement. Pain pulses in my shoulder, sharp and constant—a reminder this isn’t a nightmare.
Someone got shot at my birthday party.
My mother is dead.
And Damon f*****g Lockwood is back in my life.
I force my eyes open, blinking against the dim hospital light. Dawn creeps through the window, casting long shadows on the floor. Damon sits awkwardly folded into a chair too small for his broad frame.
He’s asleep, head tilted at an angle that’ll hurt when he wakes. His clothes are still stained with blood—mine and my mother’s. The sight makes my stomach turn.
I shift slightly. Pain shoots through my shoulder like lightning. A gasp escapes before I can stop it.
Damon’s eyes snap op……
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