[ Alec hears that third shot ring out, and glances up in time to see Wyatt’s head snap back. The man goes slack in his grip and Alec his happy to drop him in favor of pressing his hands to the red stain blooming on his torso. (God damn it all, he’s running out of shirts.)
That emptiness evaporates, and in spite of the pain, Alec lets out a sigh of relief. It’s too little, too late though, and there’s nothing his magic can do about the wound he already has. ]
Wasn’t, mostly.
[ Said through gritted teeth. He falls back half a step, letting his back hit the wall of the barn. ]
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That emptiness evaporates, and in spite of the pain, Alec lets out a sigh of relief. It’s too little, too late though, and there’s nothing his magic can do about the wound he already has. ]
Wasn’t, mostly.
[ Said through gritted teeth. He falls back half a step, letting his back hit the wall of the barn. ]
But I figured you were the better shot.