Rescued

Chapter 41- Rescued

Beatrice's POV

I thought I was dead.

The moment I heard the gunshot, I braced myself for the pain, for the darkness that would finally swallow me whole.

But there was nothing. No searing agony, no final breath escaping my lips. Just silence.

Isn't a gunshot supposed to hurt?

The question barely had time to form in my mind before I heard a grunt—deep and guttural, like a wounded animal—and then a heavy thud as a body hit the floor.

My eyes snapped open.

The man who had been ready to pull the trigger on me was now sprawled across the ground, blood pouring from his chest, pooling beneath him. His fingers trembled as he tried to press down on the wound, as if he could stop the life from leaving his body.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. He had been shot. Not me.