Jayvaughn snapped back to his senses the exact moment Lucian's sharp groan of pain pierced through the gunfire.
Looking down at the blood soaking through his friend's trouser leg where the bullet had lodged, a heavy wave of intense regret crashed over him.
This entire terrible mistake had happened solely because of his own lack of focus.
If he had not completely lost control of his emotions over Axel's sudden transformation and stood there exposed like an idiot, Lucian would never have taken a bullet for him.
Furious with himself, Jayvaughn quickly tore off his tactical vest and wrapped it tightly around Lucian's thigh, pulling the straps as hard as he could to stop the heavy bleeding.
His voice trembled slightly as he looked into his friend's eyes. "I am sorry, Lucian. I am so damn sorry."
