Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her fingers touched the warm liquid on her face, and when she pulled them back, her pupils dilated at the sight of blood.
Her gaze trailed to his shoulder, and her eyes landed on the bleeding wound, causing her stomach to churn with revulsion. A horrified scream pierced the air, escaping her trembling lips.
With a strained breath, his hand slipped under her back and legs. He fought through the searing pain, lifting her up and tossing her to the floor beside the couch. The small area was a blind spot to the shooter.
Adeline scrambled to her knees, wanting to get back up, but Enzo whipped his head toward her and barked, "Stay down if you don't want to die!"
She paused at his words, pressing herself against the floor.
He gritted his teeth, gripping his bleeding shoulder as he turned toward the window. He squinted, scanning for movement or the origin of the gunfire.