Ruby stayed inside the house. As planned, a single bullet was fired at Damien every ten minutes.
The box still held more than three hundred bullets, and her task was simple yet vital: keep each one tuned so William could use them to keep Damien alive.
That was the plan, and Ruby intended to follow it.
But Damien's condition was far from improving. His internal organs were badly damaged, and only the bullets kept him from collapsing completely. It was like a tug of war, with death and life pulling at him with equal strength.
Adrian had promised to bring Damien to a healer within six hours. Yet Ruby knew the supply she had could only hold Damien together for five. That missing hour gnawed at her—her one true concern.
Still, she didn't let it weigh on her for long. She trusted Adrian.
**KIRRIIIK**
The sound of a sudden slash tore through the air. In an instant, a maid standing nearby was cleaved apart, the very house itself split by the terrifying force of the strike.
