Elara's POVFor several seconds after the gunshot, nobody moved.The rain continued falling around us, heavy and relentless, washing over the road, the trees, the blood spreading beneath the masked man's body.I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't look away.The image of him collapsing kept replaying inside my head. His last words echoed louder than the gunshot itself."...the paint... nails... young... handsome... innocent guy. Find him."Then nothing, just silence.The man who had spent weeks haunting my life through phone calls, photographs, riddles and fear was dead and somehow I had more questions now than I did before meeting him.A hand touched my shoulder, I flinched violently."It's me."Adrian voice cut through the fog inside my head.Slowly, I turned towards him.Rain dripped from his hair and jawline. His dark eyes studied me carefully, searching for injuries, panic, anything."You okay?"The question sounded ridiculous after everything that had happened.I nodded a
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