The gunshot cracked through the warehouse like thunder. Dust shook loose from the old beams overhead. Damien lunged forward, heart pounding in his throat. For one terrible second, everything seemed to stop. Marcus dropped to his knees with a sharp cry. Blood spread across his shirt near his shoulder. He pressed his hand to the wound, face twisted in pain, but he was still breathing. The man holding the gun stood there shaking, eyes wide. He looked exactly like Kai same height, same build, same face. But something was off. Damien’s stomach dropped. “Kai?” Damien said, voice rough. He stepped closer, hands open. “What happened? Put the gun down. Talk to me.” The man with the gun lowered it slowly. His hands trembled. “He grabbed me. He thought I was you, Kai. He kept calling me by your name. Said he wouldn’t let me ruin his plans again. I fought back. I got the
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