CHAPTER 138

SEBASTIAN’S POV

Her breathing was laboured, escaping in short, quick, shallow gasps as if she were reserving oxygen. Her hand clutched her side where a bullet had torn through her, blood seeping through her fingers and staining her dress a deep crimson.

“Nana Maria,” that was the first time in a long while I had called her that. That was the fond name I used to call her when I was little. Seeing the woman who had trained and cared for me like I was her own in such a state was like a knife stab to my heart.

She looked in my direction and smiled with her...